She was wearing a short pink dress and matching high heels; she looked beautiful. She had makeup on, which made her look older and attractive in a dif...ferent way. She was holding a drink, in a tall glass, on her right hand and the guy was drinking beer from a can. She noticed me, smiled and nodded her "hi", then turn her attention back to the stranger. I understood then that I was not invited to join the conversation, and kept my distance but without losing track of her. I really couldn't. "No, it's okay Alvaro. I want to tell you. This one you should know about. Mansur was a fellow grad student from Saudi Arabia majoring in business administration. He was older than I was, about ten years my senior. We dated casually for almost a year. And then things got serious. I started wearing headscarves, started to learn his culture. We made love with each other. Mansur was disappointed the night he found out I wasn't a virgin, but afterwards he didn't seem to mind. We started having sex. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy."Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so carefully.Sean opened his eyes, but still felt like he was wet, drifting... streams of yellow fluid washing past. What is he planning to use for money?” I asked.“We didn’t get that far. When I said, ‘Oh hell no you are not,’ the conversation ended. Please tell me you aren’t offering him money,” she demanded.“I am not offering him anything. He has a graduation present coming, but not nearly the kind of money you are talking about. I suggest you talk to Thia,” I said.“The hell I will,” she said.“Come on, you need to show a united front. You also need to coordinate your response. Just fucking talk to her,.