"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen" She said, hoping that she'd just said she didn't speak Japanese and not some other ridicules remark.The woman jus... smiled again and pointed to herself."Mariko." She said simply.Amanda breathed a sign of relief. At least she hadn't insulted her."Amanda." She replied. "Then I guess you already knew that."Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and asked with her hands if Amanda wanted a drink."Why not," Amanda said as she indicated acceptance with a motion of her. He was an exaggeration of a female and quitethe opposite of Sam. I couldn't compare them. Sam could be fun but shealso was a classy lady. Would a relationship with her make me gay? Whatwould my mother or my friends think? I had some but not that many closefriends. My mother, well, she lived on the coast and rarely visited me.I visited her for all the major holidays and did call her weekly. Iwent back and forth in my mind. What kind of relationship - if any -did I want with Sam, beautiful as she. One of his sons, Suzanne’s great-grandfather, traveled back East when he was of age to learn the art of high finance at university. When he returned, he married a local girl and they built their own home . Two of their sons survived to adulthood – Suzanne’s grandfather stayed in California and studied Law at Stanford University while his brother traveled to Spain and France to learn about growing grapes and making wine. They both prospered and added sons and daughters to the family line along. I deliberately picked a seat at the rear of the bus and placed my case on the outside seat to try and keep the noisy students away from me, there were some good looking young girls but they were quite noisy and drunk and had some stupid fucking lads hanging about them, not what I needed.When we got to York I was horrified to see that there were dozens more passengers waiting to get on and I didn’t notice any girls that I fancied sitting next to me so I didn’t move my case. The bus filled up and.