”“I know,” I said. “But I’m worried.”“I know you are. And that’s good. It means you care. I’m leaving tomorrow and I’ll probably n...ver see you again. I want to do it before I leave.”“Why me?”“Because you’re caring and kind, and I know you’ll be gentle and patient. That day at your house, I just wanted to be held in your arms and feel you against me. But then in McKinley, when I saw you? Then I had all these thoughts...”She took a deep breath and sighed.“ ... thoughts about what we could do. I walked over, hips swaying in my black leather blazer, red satin blouse, tight red leather pants and black 6" heels. He looked up right as I approached his table.Mind if I join you? It's kind of busy in here.Not at all, he said as he pulled a chair out for me.I'm Nikki, I said to him after sitting down.Nate.Nice to meet you Nate. What year are you?I'm a junior - Econ major.Econ? Nice. A man of the world. What do you do when not studying Nate?Work out, read, movies, friends, the usual I. She shared Sara’s forthright manner, a welcome trait in a culture where vague speech and flexible commitments were common. I’m sure more than one graduate thesis dissected the difference between ahora (“now”) and ahorita (“soon, or maybe next month or next year, or maybe never”).We had several long conversations over the weekend about life in the capital, what she did with her time back home, and what she planned for the future. On that last point she wasn’t as clear as I would have liked. That. Which I figure can't be bad.So, like I said, we kiss. Then we stop. And Florence is still just a couple inches from my face and breathing funny. And she says, "Well!" And "Oh, my!"Which I don't have an answer to.So I kiss her again.This time she definitely gets into it right from the start. I mean, she's got her arms around me and one hand's going through my hair and the other kinda drifts down and bam! Florence Henderson has her hand on my ass!So naturally I return the favor, which is my.