Can you help me with my class tonight?”“Of course I will; what do I have to do?” John said knowing full well what his job would be.“Thank you....Be at the gym by 7:30. It’s an eight o’clock class, probably about ten women of various ages. Dress like you are now. I can’t thank you enough; the ladies would be so disappointed if I cancelled class because I didn’t have an assistant.”John returned to his house, took a long soothing shower, made himself cup of coffee and stepped out onto the veranda.. She came to my villa and I picked her up outside of it. We sat down in the kitchen and started talking. She had brought me some snacks and was very nice, but I was a bit intimdated, because she seemed so well educated and cosmopolitan, I wasn't sure if I'd really be of interest to her or if she'd rather see me as a neutrum. It was a sunny day and there was some shadow in the kitchen, so I decided to show her the rest of the place. There was a kind of terrace in the first floor with a wooden. I shifted slightly on my stool.It was then I saw her... ‘in back‘ as the American’s say. A sable fedora hat, a bleached-out safari shirt. Indiana Jones!Are you SERIOUS lady? But people here are much more free and easy with their style and looks than in the UK. Plus, she wore it very well. Long dark hair, tied back, a face full of meaning, full of strength. She was the kind of person who seemed taller than their actual height, even without the hat. It's all about poise. From where I was sitting. ” She stopped talking, and I imagined that she stole a glance to make certain I was still sleeping.“He is one of the nicest, calmest, gentlest and most respectful student I’ve ever taught. Since the whole family was in that accident and his parents and sister were killed he has drawn a curtain around himself and closed out the rest of us.“I had him last year for American Studies and he was light years ahead of everyone else in the class. When everyone handed back their textbooks, I could tell.