And, I am sad to admit, I am still something of a romantic. So, sue me, as Uncle Bert would say.There I was, kissing Andy for all I worth in the middl... of the street. As I looked around, the nearest place with beds was a seedy hotel where the real street whores took their johns. We ran to it.This place looked like a set out of a bad B-grade Hollywood movie. The term flop house would be generous. We stepped over a wino passed out in the doorway to enter a shabby hallway with a single light bulb. I closed the door."It's wet out there," she said with a big shiver. Water dripped into a puddle on the linoleum. I would need to get a towel and wipe that up before Dad got home."I must have just missed the rain," I said.She shivered from the cold."Can I get you something?" I asked. I should do something but I wasn't sure what.Sami said, "Can I put my clothes in your dryer? Do you have a robe I can wear?" I don't have a robe," I replied robotically. Take her clothes off here? What was she. ?Yup. You’re going to eat fish in front of me today.? Priya raised her hand and looked at her fingernails, probably to check their lengths. ?That is,? she lowered her glasses and eyes saw me from above them, ?if you are for real.??I am, Priya.? I began to dial my home number and the phone started to ring. My mother picked up the call from the other end.?Hello???Ma, it’s me.? I said.?Suhas, where have you been? I made the dosas half an hour back, thinking that you would show up, but???Ma, I’m so. An hour later I called and Ken gave me the number to a guy “Who’ll be perfect for you.” I called and asked for “Jake”, gave him the directions to my house, and waited about 45 minutes for him to arrive. When he parked and walked up the driveway I was dripping in my pants in anticipation and I quietly opened the door and let him in. He was a young pale white guy, maybe 23, VERY skinny with a shaved head and tattoos sticking up from inside his hoodies around his neck, wearing a backpack, and he.