It was all a blur, but the next thing that I knew, I was inside Mrs. Lindstrom from behind ... and Frankie bit her ... right on the derriere. She drew...blood, just before licking up her own mess, and then winked at me. She mouthed, “rejuvenation.” I caught her drift. Mrs. Lindstrom was about to age in reverse until she reached some kind of equilibrium. In two weeks, she would be a woman easily in her prime again, of good, child-bearing years. Even on a bad day, she’d look forty at most.She would. Meredith asked Lisa how her day went but Lisa, with a silent nod at Mark, suggested that she wait until Harold had arrived that evening to talk about it. Dinner, that night, was Tabbouleh, a Syrian dish made of bulgur, marinated red and green bell peppers, chopped romaine lettuce and black olives, only Meredith added some chopped dates, raisins, chick peas, garlic and green onions, as well. They ate it Bedouin fashion; sitting cross-legged out on the patio, eating out of a common pot with the. I lit the candles and turned to her. And once again I fell in love with her all over again. I walked toward her to hug her. She gently pushed me back. ‘Just talk. Friends don’t fuck.’ Apparently that was her new catch phrase, which woke me back to the nightmare. ‘How have you been?’ was all I could think of. I wanted to hold her. If I could just get my arms around her, maybe, . . . I don’t know. She started to complain about work. Work was always a good subject to get a conversation going.. But promise me that you will let me know by this weekend. Please?” she shot back. “Ok, beautiful girl, I’ll surely do that. Pray that I will not fail!” I said before cutting the call after the customary byes and ciaos and take cares.Well, a virgin will always be courted by anyone, any day. The beauty of a relationship with a virgin is impeccable, and the joy that accompanies with such kind of a bond is unspeakable.The weekend came in thick and fast. It was a Saturday morning when I was greeted.