Are we clear! " I said as I thrust her away from me. Susan was stunned, completely surprised. She burst into tears, with a dazed look on her face.It l...ooked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female students went to console her. A glance at the crowd around her and we both knew the rumor would spread quickly. She wanted me, and I refused her. Perfect!Susan did not call me that night. The next day was the final exam. She came to class and. All of this was an unacceptable public display of affection in the 1850’s, but I just couldn’t care less. Neither, it seemed, could Anna or Mrs. Mendoza.“My sweet Dulcinea, you have no idea how much I have looked forward to my ‘Anna smiles’ while I was gone.”“My noble Don Quixote no more than I looked forward to seeing you again. Did you find any windmills to tilt while you were traveling?”“No more than usual but that’s a story for dinner, tonight. Right now, I just want to look at you.” Right. They were bringing the musical Evita to town and she had never seen it performed live. I knew about nothing about Evita and she explained it was a musical about Juan Peron and Evita Peron of Argentina. ‘You remember the hit song…don’t cry for me, Argentina?’ II remembered it vaguely but before I could answer, I noticed a shadow standing over our table. I looked up to see a big, red-faced man standing near Robin. He put his hand on her shoulder and she jumped back, her face angry. I could smell. Her cry of “OH” and “YESSS” told him he was not unwelcome and he moved down to look, kneeling at her feet to gaze at her pubic area, like a love-sick faun. Knowing her own body best, she caught his hand, pulled him to his feet and dragged him through to her bed, kicking off her heels as she went, she lay on the bedspread wearing only those stockings, suspender belt and her jewellery, just earing`s and a neckless in glittering gold catching the bedside lamplight like her eyes as she slowly.