"Look, I'm leaving tomorrow or the next day. It'll be the last chance I'd have of..." His beady eyes took in my long legs below the hem of the miniski...t."I've got some things to do, Frank," I said, starting out the door again. He stood up, almost spilling his coffee, and thrust a wad of bills into my hand."Just let me come see you tonight." He looked like a man who hadn't eaten in months. I smoothed the crumpled bills out and counted them. About fifty dollars... a down payment anyway on all. We both loved the great actresses and suave men who appeared in these films. The dialogue was always snappy, sophisticated, and often filled with double entendres. I remember remarking once to mother how I loved the actresses with their slinky dresses and elegant cigarette holders. She agreed, remarking how the sense of subtle seductiveness had seemed to disappear from modern movies. The weather when I came to see mother on the first weekend of February was nasty. It was cold and rainy all day. Toh mai story me aata hun ye baat kuch 1 mahine pehle ki hai mai aunty ke ghar gaya tha kyunki unka pc hang hone laga toh unhone meri mom ko bola mujhe bhejne ke liye aur phir mom ne mujhse bola toh maine haan kar di aur 11am pe ghar se nikal gaya aur mujhe pata tha ki aunty ke nahane ka waqt hai toh mai jaldi se unke ghar gaya aur key hole se jhankne laga to mujhe aunty nahi dikh rahi toh main bahut wait karne ke baad bell bajane jaa rahaTabhi aunty doosre room se jhadoo lagate hue aarahi aur. I explained to the man that I my parents knew Mr. Green and that I was spending the summer with him. I also told him how sorry I was. He said that he knew my Mr. Green and that he would give him a call. I dreaded my drive back to Mr. Green's farmhouse. I knew he would probably punish me for this, but since I was eighteen years old and a grown woman, I thought that I would probably be unable to drive for the rest of my stay there. When I drove down the dirt road to his farmhouse, he was.