We talked a bit and I found out she was into lifestyle BDSM, which has always been an interest of mine. After talking for a while and a few dates, we ...eet at her house for dinner with the intention to play afterwards. She told me she was a masochist and into anal, both of which I was eager to try. After we ate, we went back to her room and layed on her bed to talk for a bit. She seemed fairly nervous, but kept moving closer to me and trying to look cute. It was clear she wanted me to make a. . might even have picked up another student that could have appealed to her in the same way. She put no pressure on me nor I on her. Though I doubt pressure on her would have done me any good.Dutifully waiting I was anxious to see her again, to prove to myself that she was really what she appeared to be that night on the plane and the day we spent in her flat. She pulled up in a classic white 1953 MG TD with a red grille and red leather seats. Wearing a black, short sleeve top and a black. I was sixteen in 1970 and was proud that I’d managed to get a part time job at a neighborhood grocery store near the campus. A few students frequented the store but the clientele were mostly faculty, staff, and others who lived nearby. There was one guy who came in about once a month to buy up a lot of snack food and soft drinks. He said they were for a party and eventually he asked if I’d like to come to one. This was near the end of the semester at the University and I was flattered that this. Still, Rosa was up to walking across it and and hour and a half later they had a sumptuous breakfast in Marrin county, followed by a guided tour of Muir's Woods that Rosa said "took her breath away."They "hitched" a ride to Sausalito with a couple on their honeymoon and bought them lunch at a small restaurant close to a bevy of houseboats and a backround of San Francisco's skyline across the bay.Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until they grew tired. Eventually.