” I knew that she a little or no sex education as she had been bought up in a village and it was taboo to talk about such things anyway. And she was...not the academic type, where she would go and get answers for herself.“ok, as long as it works. So, what do we do now?” she replied.“If you take off your saree and just lie on the bed please.” She horridlu took off her saree and sat on the edge of the bed. Her heavy cleavage was showing and I just stared at it. She noticed that I was staring at her. Money? You kept trying to buyrounds and paying for our dates. Popularity? You became embarrassedevery single time you spotted people in the bar talking about us. Thoseare the big three. If you don't want those--then what?" You forgot one thing," I said, smiling coquettishly (I think) as Itapped him on the temple with one elegant fingernail. "Maybe I am avirgin." What the hell was I thinking, dropping a line like that?"I hadn't thought of that," he said quietly. Smiling, his hand reachedup to. Just a few minutes, what harm could it do?" He said, looking flustered and rubbing his arm, quickly catching up with her in a few long strides as he touched her arm again, sitting her down on a cold bench on the side of the street. She glanced at her watch, biting her lip and rolling her brown eyes. "You've got three, so take it or leave it." He nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay, that isn't what I meant and I think that you knew that. I can see that you are... frustrate, is that the right. Cam sat there stoicly, her eyes on the fingers that writhed and twisted in her lap.“Ms. Raimond, you look unhappy,” Sid Meir said, setting his folder down.Cam looked up, unshed tears in her eyes. “Do I have to go back to France? I am eighteen now, an adult, non? May I stay here, in the United States?” she paused, then looked at me. “May I stay with you, Jacques, mon loup?”I looked to Mister Meir, but he didn’t speak. He just looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t see why not..