I decided to ask him why we spent so much time on sexual mechanics and so little on love. "After all, it's just intercourse."He frowned. "Remember to ...atch your language, young lady."I blushed. "I'm sorry. I mean, it's just fucking."Steve looked at me for a long time. Then he spoke. "I'm going to tell you a love story about a girl named Sephy. Sephy was a freshman Program girl the first year I taught here. She was just 14. I was only 23 myself, and even I was a little nervous, but she was. I was really feeling the moment. I came downstairs and was walking down the hallway when he popped out of the bathroom looked in my direction. His eyes lit up and he had a big smile come across his face. I smiled and said, ‘So, do you like?’ He walked up to me, and said, ‘Yes I like very much, it looks better on you than me!’ I said, “This t-shirt is rather small for you, but fits perfectly on me. Is this yours, or an old flame’s?” He looked at it one more time, smiled and said, “I think. ‘Si,’ the girl’s voice called at the computer. ‘Troy, Julie? Sei tu?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, hoping I wasn’t raising my voice like a stupid American tourist in the movies. ‘I don’t speak Italian. I think we saw you on the news. Maria?’ ‘Oh, si,’ she replied. ‘Don’t worry, I know English. And you are Susan, si?’ ‘Yeah, uh, si. I’d definitely like to talk to you sometime, however, I called for her, and er… how DO you get an ‘audience’ or whatever with a Contessa, anyway? Are there forms? Someone. After what seemed like a safe interval, he hesitantly ventured out of the bathroom, headed away from the wing of the school where Home Ec classes met. Of course, at about that same moment, Betty was extremely puzzled to walk into the Home Ec room and see Midge wearing a different outfit than she had been in just a few minutes before. She wanted to ask her about it, but the teacher was starting the class. Meanwhile, Archie was creeping through the halls, praying that he wouldn't be caught again..