They actually sounded as if they had already made uptheir minds that they wanted to check out themerchandise in the “Ladies ready to wear”... I thought Iknew who the two guys were but left and watched to seewho they were. They emerged from the break room in afew moments and I saw that it was a couple of the youngblack college guys that were hired for summer work. My mind was a total mess the rest of the day. I hadvisions of one of them then two of them being in my bedand what would I. They went directly to the restaurant and were promptly seated.“Welcome back, Mister Winfield,” said the maître d’hotel who came over as soon as he saw them.“Thank you, Oliver.”“Something to start you off with this evening?”“It’s a bit of a celebration. How about a nice bottle of Moet et Chandon?““Of course, sir.” He moved away, glancing briefly at the young woman with Jack. She was probably too young to drink, but you didn’t become the head of a restaurant at the Hilton by asking inconvenient. I don’t know if any of the boys have been successful in their goals with her, but there were certainly rumors going around about her being the “blonde cheerleader slut who only sleeps with college boys.” I assume those rumors surfaced because the boys were unsuccessful. One day, these rumors got to her and she came into my classroom after school to talk about it. Tiffany peeked through my classroom door and asked, “Mr. Reynolds? Can I talk to you about something?” . Our hands reached across her back to squeeze each other's, to share comfort in our dread and longing.People turned their heads as we led our blindfolded companion down the street to the restaurant. The waitress was kind and fell in love with the idea when we explained what was going on.We stopped on our way home to observe the sunset. "It's so beautiful!" I want to see!" But you can't." But can't I just take a peek?" No. You'll just have to imagine it."We described it to her in great detail,.