She was focused on her career. She was a first-year medical student at Harvard University and was planning on becoming a cardio-thoracic surgeon. Char...ion had set goals for herself and she wasn’t going to let men mess them up. Charmion also didn’t like men because she felt uncomfortable around them. She certainly was not shy. In fact, Charmion was very opinionated. She was very active in politics. She was extremely active in Barack Obama’s campaign. Something about men made her uncomfortable,. I guess we both looked forward to it. I remember this one time when she was relating an incident and it came to arguing about whose side would we take, if it came to that. Well, we differed. And then, without warning she just sprang up from the floor where she was lounging and fell on me. I was sitting on the sofa with a glass of juice in my hand… and just when she went for me I had it resting on my tummy. It spilled all over us… I dropped the glass and she grabbed my hand, and slowly began. I moved on. Or so I thought.My buddy from the underwear drawer days was back in town. He had moved away a couple of years earlier with his mom after the divorce. He was now staying with his dad for the summer. There wasn't a lot to do in our small town so we spent the summer playing games, and talking about girls. My sister was rarely around as she had gotten a job at the swimming pool and was out most nights with one boy or another.The usual summer trip to Grandma's came and since my sister. I looked to see if the driver of the aforementioned vehicle was waiting to pounce. I suddenly felt vulnerable as an empathy towards women walking alone washed over me. All was quiet. These were the days when mobile phones were a wonder of science fiction, so it would have been normal for someone to use a public phone box. Which I did. I entered the glass-panelled red box and simulated a telephone call, all the time watching for anything or anyone that would give cause for concern. It occurred.