I had a couple more drinks and was starting to get quite the buzz now. As sam was playing I was watching some of the other guys eyeing me witch was st...rting to turn me on. I was wearing a black string top and a short little skirt with my favorite boots on. Sam just finished a game I ask him to take me to dance. We made it to the dance floor and sam grab me up we danced to a couple of songs and sam wanted to go play some more pool witch was ok since I had made friends with some of the other. The other two completely ignored us. ‘You missionary?’ The accent was thick but understandable. It didn’t matter, because the knife spoke clearly. My knowledge of Haiti was scarce, but I knew that the Haitian people have one of two views on white missionaries. Most love them, they are rich people (by Haitian standards, almost everyone else is) bringing badly needed aid. But it was still okay to steal from them, because they were so very rich. The other view was from vodou practitioners. They. "Men!" Kim complained. "You have so little emotional intelligence that you don't even know your own emotions. It's because the patriarchal system brainwashed you to be that way. My Women's Studies professor explained that to me." "What class does he teach?" Jake inquired. Kim emphasized the subject of her response, "She teaches Women's Studies 101, you sexist pig. Not everyone is a man, you know. Jesus Christ! Who ever heard of a male Women's Studies professor? Didn't your mother teach you how. ”“That’s fine. You know we’ll see each other there at some point, right?”“Of course. I know you need to see grandfather occasionally. But before you do, we need to talk things out.”“Talk things out? Your letters seemed to imply that you had moved on. Aren’t you and Roy serious?”“Yes, we are, but you know how I feel about you. That really hasn’t changed. Once you get home and get settled, we’ll get together and talk, hopefully before we see each other at grandfather’s house.”“That sounds like a.