The other students bullied me a little but otherwisewere remarkably accepting, given the decade we lived in.The girls stuck up for me too.This day I w...re a green long sleeve Army surplusshirt three sizes too big n tight black "peddle pushers"(that's what we called Capri pants) and purple sneakers.An old wide brim Kelly green bonnet kind of hat toppedoff my rather unsexy outfit but you don't dressskimpy when there are thorn bushes around.Camouflage was also important when hunting.I used iron. We were dancing only a few feet away from our seats and Cody sat smiling as he watched us dance. Upon our return, the bartender informed us that Cody had bought us another round.Kelly quickly reached out for her glass and downed half of it in two gulps. Her limit was always three glasses in an evening. As she turned to thank Cody, it was obvious that she was feeling the wine a bit since she made no effort to keep her blouse from gaping. I could easily see both of her thirty-six B breasts. Her. That's where I firstencountered Ms. Constance Guadaloupe Santa Maria Delgado, much to my displeasure."Fucken Spazzy son of a bitch, get the fuck out of my way"Yes she has a charming way of speaking, to bad now all she can do is grunt. She and her gang of girls had gotten on the service elevator, I guess to divide up the days shoplifting spoils. Looking me over as a thing was bad, but as prey was worse."Hey Gina you think this Spazz has more money and goodies on him? I mean look at him, nice. When I travel, I let my hair down (and my pants). I can get around in several languages and like to practice. In Geneva, I sat at a café terrace along the promenade, looking at the lake. A tall middle-age man sat a few tables from me. He commented in French that I looked American. I said I was, but I continued to speak to him in French. He moved to my table. He looked like an actor, probably around 50. Very well-dressed. Nice face with a thin mustache. He asked personal questions about my trip.