I didn't know the girl in the emerald dress and we hadn't been introduced, and I very much wanted to make her acquaintance. She was tall, dark haired ...with olive skin and doe eyes, qualities common to my side of the family. We're all a bunch of Italians mostly, but if we were related, I'd have known it. A girl like that? Yeah, I'd remember her ten minutes later. Ten years later, I bet. She had a body to go with her beautiful face. Some proud breasts, not large, but firm and beneath that a thin. "Thank you so much, Eli," I say, my voice cracking and I hop over to him. I wrap one arm around him as the other is on the refrigerator to hold my balance. "Don't worry about it. You cook for us all the time. It's my turn." I smile and I kiss his cheek before I strain to open the freezer. "It's on the table." "What?" I ask, turning around to look at Danny who has finally decided to speak. He points to the edge of the table where a blue rectangle of cloth sits. "Your ice pack." "Oh," I nod and I. With that understanding, I think that this is a great opportunity to demonstrate that women can function as well as men when it comes to business matters." Wonderful! I'll leave it to you two to get things started. Call on me if there is anything that you need from me, but do try to keep the number of duels to a minimum." That brought the laugh that I was hoping for, and the women immediately began discussing what they should do to get the business off the ground.Meanwhile, I was going back to. . everyone experiments at one time or another in college, right?"Laughing again, Natalie nodded her head. "If you did keep writing about me, I still wouldn't like it but there's not much I can do. This is America, you have the right to write whatever you want. Besides, not like anyone would really believe that I gave you my 'permission' anyway," she said.I laughed and we continued walking. The part of town we were in was a little bit lower class now - not exactly the ghetto, but a far cry from.