The day crawls forward slowly, but dusk eventually falls upon the village. The men yawn and start heading back to their houses to sleep, and after sor...ing a bit more I do the same. Thoughts of Nayima fill my head as I go to bed and I pray that I will once again dream of her as I slowly drift into sleep.A hand grabs my penis underneath my cover, and lips touch my neck. A gentle breeze touches my naked body as my cover is lifted and I feel someone lying on top of me. I smile as that familiar. Well, other than her own hand. "And why are you on the Pill?" I asked her, almost as an afterthought. "Haven't I already told you that I only had two 'real' boyfriends?" she reminded me, and I realized she had told me. "And by 'real', I meant that I 'did it' with them or 'went all the way'. 'Going all the way' consisted of two lousy minutes, and that's giving them the benefit of the doubt, of unfocused humping and heavy breathing. And the Pill? Well, neither of my so-called lovers wore. I think I'm going to be fine. Oh damn — my bike!" The rim on the front wheel of her mountain bike had been dented when it hit the cement curb, and several of the spokes were badly bent. She picked up the bike and tried to roll it, but the front wheel wouldn't even turn.I took a closer look and saw that the front brakes had been knocked out of alignment and were pressing on the rim. I managed to pry the brake calipers back into alignment with my fingers, and the front wheel turned easily.. A smile played on his lips, as she held his gaze far longer than most people could. This was a woman accustomed to observation and truth. “Whewww!” said Marshall. “OK. We can breathe again.” “And your findings Dr. Freud?” she asked, wondering what he’d come up with. “You’re a cop, a scientist, or a social worker,” he said. “You’ve got those eyes.” “Very good, Marshall. You’re got the reasoning powers of a rabbi,” she said. Sandra waited just a bit to let the anticipation build, like a magician.