The Outsider
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(warnings: language, adult themes)

Chapter 7 - A day in Monterey

Mike woke up the next morning after the best night of sleep he had enjoyed for 
several months.  He felt not just rested, but truly refreshed.  He had gone to bed 
happy and woken up happy.  

On top of his good mood, he slept well because for the first time all semester he 
had not had to put up with the muffled sounds of electronic warfare coming out of 
Todd’s headphones.  Todd had crawled on top of his bed and went to sleep in his 
street clothes shortly after Mike returned from the shower.  He didn’t even bother 
to take off his shoes.  He slept curled up in a fetal position with his back to Mike.  
There was nothing normal about his behavior; it seemed that the life had gone out 
of him.  Mike quietly turned off his roommate’s computer.  Todd did not react.

Mike had silently gloated as he watched his roommate’s online life come to a 
bloody end, but in the morning, looking at the listless body on the bed in front of 
him, he started to feel somewhat guilty.  He knew that Todd was a serious addict, 
addicted to gaming every bit as much as a gambler is addicted to slot machines or 
Poker.  Like any other addict, he was experiencing withdrawal, in his case 
because he could no longer play his on-line game as the character he had been 
using for the past 18 months.  Sure…he could start over with a new character, but 
there was no chance whatsoever he could attain the same ranking with a new 
character that he had with his old one.  The quality of his gaming experience, no 
matter how much effort he put into building a new character, would never match 
what he had lost when his old character was killed.

Mike was convinced that what his roommate needed do was to forget about 
gaming altogether for the rest of the year and try to fix his grades.  Probably there 
still was time for him to salvage the semester.  The perceived commitments that 
he had with his battle partners disappeared when his character died.  
Besides…what did he owe them anyway?  Wasn’t it his battle partners who failed 
to protect Todd’s character when he was injured, and just let him die?  Maybe he 
should take that as a hint that he took his own commitment to the game, and 
specifically to his battle group, way too seriously.

Mike had wanted to say all that, but his roommate’s curled back indicated that at 
least for the moment he would be unresponsive.  Better let it wait and try to talk 
after he woke up.  Still, Mike felt very uneasy.  Todd was going through a serious 
psychological crisis and there was no guarantee whatsoever he would come out of 
it OK.  Even if he did recover, probably it would take a couple of weeks and by 
then his window of opportunity to salvage his grades would have closed.  Then he 
would have another crisis: failing the semester.

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Todd’s predicament made Mike even more grateful for his own life as he stepped 
out of his building into a cool overcast October morning.  The weather forecast 
promised to become sunny later on, so he looked forward to a pleasant day.  He 
would have breakfast with Ruthie and perhaps take her out of Davenport again.  
He wondered what would be better, taking her somewhere during the day, or 
asking her out that night.  Finally he settled on suggesting they go out during the 
day, figuring that might be less intimidating for her.

Ruthie already had stepped outside, given that Shannon had woken up and turned 
on the TV to chase her out of the room.  Mike noticed that she seemed relieved to 
see him, because she looked out of place sitting by herself on the grass outside her 
dorm building.  She was dressed in her usual shorts and loose-fitting T-shirt.  She 
wore nothing else apart from a pair of old athletic shoes.  She looked like she had 
just gotten out of bed, because her hair was not combed.

Ruthie had expected to go to Watson Hall, but Mike offered to take her off-
campus to Santa Cruz.  Ruthie was elated at that idea.  On the way in to town he 
gave her a summary of what was going on with Todd.  Then he mentioned that 
there was a statue of a surfer that overlooked the main city beach area of Santa 
Cruz.  Ruthie giggled:

“A statue of a surfer?  Can we check it out?  That I’ve gotta see.”

Sure enough, Santa Cruz boasts a statue of a surfer, the city’s monument to its 
best known recreational activity.  The surfer stands in a boxer-style swimsuit, 
holding up an old-style surfing board from the 1960’s.  The statue was done in the 
same style as war memorial monuments typical of the US National Park Service.  
The detail that Ruthie found the most comical was the guy’s noble expression; 
with his head turned into the air resolutely looking like he was about to go off to 
battle.

“This is just too funny.  We’ve got to get a picture of it.”

Mike took a photograph of Ruthie in front of the statue, and then asked a passer-
by to take a shot of them together.  It was the first picture documenting their 
relationship.

The surfer statue put both Mike and Ruthie into much better moods.  They were 
able to enjoy a laugh over something they both felt was silly.  Ruthie mentioned 
the big artichoke statue at a restaurant near Salinas and Mike jokingly chided her:

“So you’re laughing at a surfer, and you guys in Salinas have to look at a big 
artichoke?”

“It’s not just an artichoke, Mike.  It’s the great artichoke…the artichoke that gives 
meaning to all life…or at least makes people look twice at that restaurant.”

Mike smiled at Ruthie’s sarcasm.

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They had breakfast just south of downtown Santa Cruz.  They talked about the 
university and exchanged information about classes and majors.  Ruthie talked 
some more about her interest in evolution, which gave Mike an idea:

“Just thinking…since you’re interested in stuff like that, would you want to go to 
Monterey and see the aquarium?”

“I’d love that!”

They drove south towards Salinas, and from there would head back towards the 
Pacific to see Monterey.  The trip would take each of them past a sight full of 
unpleasant memories and thoughts: Watsonville for Mike and Salinas for Ruthie.  
Just after they passed Watsonville, the traffic slowed down.  For several minutes 
Mike drove in a traffic jam full of cars from the Saturday shopping crowd.  The 
view of the countryside was blocked by enormous billboards which took 
advantage of the captive audience.  A lot of the billboards were for fast-food 
restaurants, but many others featured the infamous clown face and Mega-Mart’s 
slogans:

Buy more stuff at Mega-Mart!

At Mega-Mart your money buys more stuff!

Mega-Mart – The biggest!

Mega-Mart – Bigger is always better!

Mega-Mart – Be part of our future!

Mega-Mart – We are the future!

Mega-Mart – The future belongs to us!

…and their latest slogan:  America and Mega-Mart – partners in greatness!

That last slogan was taken from the most recent marketing campaign, which 
portrayed Mega-Mart’s enemies as being enemies of the United States and “the 
American way of life”.  That list of enemies included of course, the Danubian 
government, but it also included groups such as the one to which Mike belonged 
at Davenport State University.  Just recently Mega-Town Associates had 
successfully promoted a Federal law expanding the definition of “hate speech” to 
anti-corporate slogans.  Among other things, if Mike were to set foot in a Mega-
Mart wearing his t-shirt, he could be prosecuted under the new law, sentenced to 
six months in jail, and placed on a terrorist watch list.

Once they got close to the Mega-Mart exits, the traffic began to speed up again as 
the hoards of shoppers left the highway.  There were three exits to the 
Watsonville Mega-Center, each four lanes wide; that fed into a parking lot that 
boasted space for 50,000 cars in the open area, plus several parking garages.  
Beyond that black desert of asphalt lay the Mega-Mart Mega-Center itself.  It was 
a building the size of six football fields, which from a distance looked like an 
enormous gray and yellow box.  Two of the ubiquitous clown’s heads, each five 
stories high, framed a series of glass doors through which tens of thousands of 
shoppers passed every day, morning and night, without stop.

Ruthie commented that she wondered whether her mother and aunt were 
somewhere down in that huge parking lot, or perhaps in the store itself.

“They’ve been coming here every Saturday since this place opened.”

“Them and the rest of the country.”

For several more minutes they continued southward across open fields of 
vegetables.  Ruthie commented:

“It’s kinda funny that people think these vegetables are so healthy.  If you knew 
all the shit they spray on top and what they put in the soil, and put in the plants 
themselves…you’d probably never eat anything green again.”

“Except that meat’s even worse.”

“…and that’s what I meant when I said they’ve got us beat.  You can’t eat meat 
and you can’t eat vegetables without eating a bunch of chemicals.”

As they passed through Salinas, Ruthie pointed out several landmarks, including 
her high school and the places where her mother, uncle, and one of her cousins 
worked.  She pointed out the dilapidated shopping center that contained her 
mother’s church and talked at length about her religious experiences growing up.  
They discussed religion, a topic of which Ruthie was extremely knowledgeable, 
in spite of her loathing towards anyone who was an actual believer.  

“I ‘spose I’d find it more interesting if I didn’t have it pushed on me so hard by 
my mom.  But for me it’s personal.  I can’t read too much about it nowadays 
without getting pissed off.”

“A question…was there ever a time when you did believe in God?”

“Yeah…I did…I guess up until I was 16.  Before that I was always on all these 
guilt trips when I was like 14-15 or so.  I was real scared of being watched all the 
time, and I kinda resented it.  I was thinking… ‘God, you’re always watching me, 
so how come you don’t come down here and help me out every so often?’  I’d 
pray for stuff, but I never got one single thing I wanted.  Not one single fucking 
thing.  And it wasn’t as though I was praying for money or anything like that, 
‘cause I knew that we were supposed to be poor and God was OK with that and 
that to want money was sinful…but I’d pray for stuff like having friends in 
Salinas or hearing from my friends in Nebraska, or maybe hearing from my dad, 
or being a bit happier.  I never got any of those things, so in the end…I just 
prayed that God could change my attitude towards my own life, to have Satan 
leave me alone and be content with what God gave me.  I didn’t even get that.  So 
I finally gave up on praying ‘cause it wasn’t doing me any good.”

“…and you were…about 16 or so when that happened?”

“Yeah…right after the end of my sophomore year…Anyhow, at that time I was 
reading a bunch of stuff about ancient Rome and Egypt, I was kinda escaping into 
that time…there was this one Roman queen called Livia Drusilla who poisoned a 
whole bunch of people she didn’t like and I envied her and wished I could do the 
same thing around my school…anyhow, I started reading about the early 
Christian church and how it got started.  And that’s when I realized there was a 
whole bunch of really interesting stuff written about the Bible that had nothing to 
do with the ‘how to be a better Christian’ bullshit you see in the bookstores.  So I 
started reading about all that.  My mom thought it was great that I was so 
interested in the Bible all of a sudden, but what she didn’t realize was that I was 
reading real history and academic stuff, not ‘how to be a better Christian’.  I kept 
at it for a year and even did a couple of term papers for my world history class in 
high school.”

As Mike turned onto the road to Monterey, Ruthie stopped:

“Am I boring you with all this?”

“No, not at all.  It’s interesting.”

“OK…if you’re good with it…I’ll go on.  Anyhow, I started arguing with my 
Bible-study leader and I loved to embarrass her, ‘cause I actually knew a lot more 
about the Bible than she did.  Whenever she got a fact wrong I’d correct her and I 
could talk about ancient Hebrew and Greek society, which she didn’t know a 
thing about.  Finally one day after we were done and everyone had left, she told 
me that she wanted to talk to me.  She told me: ‘you know what?  You may know 
what’s written in the Bible, but for you it’s not the Living Word; to you it’s dead.  
You’re so arrogant that you don’t understand what the Living Word is.  You have 
raised yourself up with your sinful conceit, you don’t know humility before the 
Lord, and you don’t have Jesus in your heart.  I don’t know what’s inside your 
heart, but I can tell you it isn’t Jesus.’  The only reason I didn’t say anything was 
because I didn’t want it getting back to my mom, but she was right, and I was 
glad about it.  I didn’t have Jesus in my heart.  I knew that I was free from Jesus.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes as they passed the hilly countryside that 
separated Salinas from Monterey.  The memory of that encounter came back to 
her in detail, the reproaching expression of a young woman who was only a 
couple of years older than she was…full of the ‘authority of God’ in her own 
mind.  Ruthie continued speaking on the topic she was most passionate about:

“At that moment I felt that my mind completely broke free, because I realized that 
my Bible-study leader had no right to bitch at me.  I knew more facts about the 
Bible than anyone else in my church, and at that moment I realized that the Holy 
Book could not have possibly been written by God.  I knew from my own reading 
that the Bible was assembled piecemeal from old scripts that had been re-written 
over and over and selected from thousands of potential variations, by men who 
were worried about themselves and their own agendas at a particular time in 
history.  Those bastards were hateful, ignorant, misogynistic people who had 
nothing but their own interests in mind.  That’s the foundation for the Judeo-
Christian religion.  That’s the origin of the Bible, the real origin.  God had nothing 
to do with it.  God couldn’t have written the Bible because God doesn’t exist.  
That’s what I realized that night, talking to that ignoramus.”

Mike noticed that Ruthie’s face was tensed up and her hands were shaking 
slightly.

“After I went home that night, I thought about something.  It wasn’t just Jesus.  I 
didn’t believe in God anymore, but I didn’t know that much about the alternative, 
science.  I didn’t know shit about evolution, because I was too busy reading up on 
ancient history and biblical studies.  So I knew I needed to fix that.  I’d make sure 
those fuckers in the church couldn’t ever touch my mind again.  I’d fix it so that 
I’d win every argument I ever got into.  So I read up on evolution…the origins of 
the earth, dinosaurs, paleontology, genetics, carbon dating, plate tectonics, the Big 
Bang…I read about it all.  The astronomy part gave me some headaches because 
I’m not good with math and some of the theory based on those big equations 
confuses me.  But I figured that I could at least understand what they were talking 
about, even if I didn’t get all the details.” 

“What did your mom have to say about that?”

“She never knew.  I hid the library books under my bed, the ones that talked about 
evolution and the history of the earth.  I didn’t worry about the Biblical history 
books because I could always tell her I wanted to understand the Bible better, 
which was true, but just not the way she thought.  I did real well in my science 
classes at school, but she never put two-and-two together to figure out that I had 
gotten into all that because I no longer bought the line of crap they were giving us 
at the church.  So I’d go and listen to that moron preacher scream and yell, put in 
my time…deal with my mom speaking in tongues…by the way, have you ever 
heard a person speaking in tongues?”

“Not up close.  I’ve just seen it on TV.  They don’t do stuff like that at my 
parents’ church.”

“It’s not a pretty sight.  It’s scary the first time you see it.  I remember when I was 
12, and got dragged to that church the first time…how scary it was…you know 
‘cause I’d never seen anything like that and here my mom was, on her knees 
babbling a bunch of crazy crap.  I can tell you it scared the shit out of me when I 
saw her doing it the first time.”

Their conversation was interrupted as they came within sight of the aquarium in 
Monterey.  Ruthie had visited the aquarium only once in her life during a high 
school trip, so she was happy to have a chance to see it again.  Mike had seen it 
more often.  She was taken aback by how much it cost to get in, but her classmate 
brushed off her concern and bought two entrances.  The presence of all that sea-
life, along with being in the presence of a companion who was willing to listen to 
her, gave Ruthie even more confidence.  She talked about everything in the tanks, 
about the evolution of fish and other sea creatures, and how some groups of 
invertebrates had gone unchanged for hundreds of millions of years.

“The fossil record seems to show that there is a big difference in the way 
vertebrates and invertebrates evolve.  Vertebrates, especially if they are more 
advanced, whether it’s mammals or dinosaurs, are constantly changing.  It seems 
that invertebrates don’t do that.  They hit a certain point in their evolution, and 
they just stay there.  An example is cockroaches, but an even better one is 
silverfish.  Silverfish are one of the first insects there was; they’re older than just 
about anything else that ever came up on land, and they’re still around.  You hold 
one of those in your hand, and it’s like you’re doing some time travel.”

Mike marveled at the outward transformation of his classmate as she talked about 
a topic that interested her.  She was as knowledgeable as any of the paid guides 
would have been and was able to hold his interest.  It was unfortunate that the side 
of her that he was seeing was not the one people in Davenport were accustomed 
to.  Her normal behavior made her appear either socially inept or mentally 
disturbed, and yet here she was, confidently talking about the marvels of the 
natural world and the science that set out to describe it.  

When they left the aquarium, Mike knew a lot more about ocean life than he had 
known going in.  He had received a crash-course in marine biology from a 
classmate who was a year younger than he was.  He realized that Ruthie easily 
was as intelligent as he was, probably even more so.

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When they left the aquarium they decided to drive around the Monterey Peninsula 
before going back to Davenport.  They passed the famous golf courses, looked out 
over the ocean, and saw some sea otters in the water.  Ruthie quickly launched 
into a lecture about the history of sea otters and how they had been hunted close 
to extinction.  When they saw sea lions she commented about their evolution and 
compared it with the evolution of whales.  

As much as Mike was curious to hear what she was talking about, he could see 
how Ruthie’s continuous reciting of information could get on the nerves of a 
person who was not as interested.  He considered himself an intellectually curious 
person, so it did not bother him to be with a companion who chatted incessantly 
about things that she was familiar with.  However, a more typical college student 
would not have had much patience to spend an entire day getting impromptu 
lectures about biology and evolution.  Thus he could see how her personality 
could grate on the majority of the people with whom she came in contact.  Her 
brain was full of facts and information, but unfortunately that information was a 
hindrance for her having a normal life, because she was unable to talk about the 
shallower topics that interested most of her classmates.

As the day wore on, Mike realized something important about his relationship 
with Ruthie.  The more he let her talk, the closer she felt to him.  He had given her 
something very simple, but at the same time something very important, the chance 
to express herself without being cut-off.  She became much less nervous and quit 
fidgeting when she was alone with him.  Eye contact still was a source of 
discomfort, because she tended to look down or off to the side if they were face-
to-face.  When they were talking in the car or walking side by side and they both 
faced forward, she could talk with ease and confidence.

Ruthie Burns was a very literal person, to whom words meant more than they 
would to most people.  If Mike wanted to convey how he felt about anything, he 
had to tell her directly.  The same was true with understanding her; he had to ask 
because her outward behavior did not necessarily reflect what was going on in her 
head.  At times there was a strange disconnect between the girl’s thoughts and 
emotions with her gestures, expressions, and mannerisms.

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The afternoon went by very quickly.  They thoroughly enjoyed being together, so 
much so that as they sat in traffic near the Watsonville Mega-Mart on their way 
back, they realized they had gone the entire day without having eaten since 
breakfast.  Mike suggested that they stop in Santa Cruz for dinner before returning 
to Davenport.  Ruthie, who was in no hurry to see the day end, cheerfully agreed.

They decided to walk around downtown Santa Cruz and see where they might 
want to eat.  As they looked for the “right” restaurant, they browsed several 
“artistic” stores.  In a couple of places they irritated store employees by making 
fun of the more ridiculous items that people with money would put in their 
homes.  

They finally chose a restaurant and were just about to go in when Ruthie asked if 
they could make one last stop in a store that sold vintage and unusual clothing.  
Mike had no problem with that, although he was somewhat surprised, given that 
she had commented that clothes and fashion meant little to her.  She poked around 
a little bit and was just about ready to leave when a small dress caught her eye.  

It was a very small dress indeed, one that barely would stay within the confines of 
the law, even in a liberal place like Santa Cruz.  It was made from soft red 
material and totally open in the back.  The top consisted of a U-shaped piece of 
cloth that went over the wearer’s neck, which would hold it in place over the 
breasts.  The most risqué detail however, how the dress appeared below the waist.  
The bottom part was as short as a mini-skirt and only covered down to the upper 
thighs.  The skirt portion was open on the sides clear up to the belt-line, which 
would leave the wearer’s hips completely exposed.

Ruthie held the dress and her face lit up with enthusiasm.

“This is so cool!”

Mike’s heart pounded, because if she tried it on and came out to look at herself in 
the mirror, he would have a very good look at her attractive figure.  With effort he 
managed to control his voice:

“Did you want to try it on?”

“You don’t mind?  Yeah, I’d love to!”

Mike shook his head:  “No, I don’t mind.”  Of course he wouldn’t mind…

Ruthie took the dress into a changing room and came back out a few seconds 
later.  Mike barely could speak as he studied his scantly-clad classmate with very 
wide eyes.  The dress covered even less of her than he had expected.  It obviously 
could not be worn with any sort of bra, and the only panties it could be worn with 
would be a very high-cut thong.  Mike knew that under the skirt she wasn’t 
wearing even that.  The skimpy piece of clothing looked unbelievably sexy on her 
small figure.

Ruthie ignored her friend’s gaping expression and looked at herself in the main 
mirror.  She was very pleased with how the dress appeared on her, covering what 
needed to be covered by law and nothing more.  She found being so exposed a big 
turn-on and felt that wearing such a dress around campus would signal her 
rejection of traditional Christian values more than anything else she could 
possibly do.  Yes, the dress would be her statement to all of the religious types 
trying to snatch control of her mind and telling her that she had to cover up.  She 
commented to Mike:

“This is neat!  I totally love it!  How do you think it looks on me?”

Mike swallowed and struggled to speak:

“It looks really nice on you…but…you’d…wear that around campus?”

“Damn straight I would!  It’d be my ‘fuck you’ to all the God freaks who won’t 
leave me alone, you know…kinda like your pig-shirt is against Mega-Town.  It’d 
be my personal protest against the Bible thumpers.”

Mike’s heart continued to pound at the thought of her actually wearing that dress.  
It certainly would be a bizarre contrast with her normally shy personality.  She 
turned around a couple more times.  Then her face reflected disappointment.

“Sucks that I’m gonna have to put it back.”

“You don’t have any money on you?”

“Fuck no…like I’d ever have any money on me?”

Mike wondered what he should do.  He had been thinking of buying her a small 
gift anyway, something that she might appreciate and that hopefully would help 
open the door of her heart to him.  He had been wondering what she might want 
and would enjoy.  Well, there was not much doubt in this store; she desperately 
wanted the dress.  He decided to take a chance:

“Ruthie…I mean…If you’d really like that dress, I could get it for you…you 
know…if it’s something that you’d think you want to wear.”

Ruthie nervously looked at her classmate.  Had it been any other item of clothing, 
she would have felt embarrassed at the thought of having a guy she had only 
known for a week pay for something she was going to wear.  However the dress 
was different.  She had never seen a piece of clothing like that and probably never 
would again.  If she turned down his offer, she knew that she would be fantasizing 
about wearing the dress and end up totally frustrated.  She took a deep breath.

“I…I mean…you’d actually wanna do that?  You wouldn’t mind?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t mind.  It’s not expensive and you like it, so why not?  It 
does look good on you.”

She surprised him by hugging him.  Then she returned to the dressing room, not 
to change, but to grab her other clothes.  Mike’s heart jumped in his throat when 
he realized that she was dead serious about wearing that dress out on the street.

When they had dinner, Mike could tell that the hostess had doubts about seating 
them because of Ruthie’s lack of attire, but in the end the customer was not 
breaking any rules or laws, so there was no justification to deny her a table.  Mike 
did notice that they were seated in a booth near the back wall and out of view of 
the main dining area.  Ruthie was oblivious to the restaurant worker’s discomfort.

Dinner was a strange experience for Mike, because Ruthie wanted to talk some 
more about geological deposits and the subduction zone off the Pacific coast that 
caused the San Andreas fault.  She mentioned that there was a volcano that had 
been formed and later split in half by the fault and that the two separated pieces 
now were miles apart.

“There’s some neat hiking trails and a park on one of the halves.  It’s south of 
Salinas.”

Mike promised to take her hiking there, but his mind was more focused on her 
attractive figure and almost naked body.  Whenever she leaned forward the cloth 
of her new dress parted, allowing him to see her breasts.  He became very 
uncomfortable throughout the meal because looking at her gave him an erection.  
He badly wanted her, much more than he had wanted anything for a long time.

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It was well after dark when they finally got back to the university.  As much as 
they didn’t want to part ways, they had to because both had term papers due the 
following week and Ruthie had a mid-term on Monday.  He accompanied her to 
her dorm room.  Fortunately the light was not turned on, which meant that 
Shannon must have already gone out for the night and Ruthie would have the 
room to herself.

Saying goodnight was awkward, because they had not determined what they were 
actually doing with their relationship.  Were they just friends?  Were they going 
out?  Was there any romance?  Mike noticed that Ruthie was fidgeting again, so 
he decided not to push the issue of trying to kiss her.  There would be plenty of 
time for that later.  Instead he hugged her, enjoying the touch of the smooth skin 
of her bare back as he held her.

“I really had a great time with you today.  I…was kinda wondering…what you’re 
doing tomorrow night…you know…for dinner?”

“The usual…Watson hall…”

“Well…if you’d like…would you want to meet up with me?”

Ruthie nodded.

“Five-thirty…here at the front door?”

She nodded again.

As he turned to leave, she added:

“Mike…I…you know…I wanted to tell you…I…I really enjoyed my day with 
you.”

She blushed furiously and fidgeted.  Mike reached out and took her hand.

“Me too.  It was the best time I’ve had…all semester…I liked it…”

He gently squeezed her hand and with that their first day together came to an end.