"God, she better hurry up!" I mumble to myself. As if on cue, the doorbell rings and I get off the couch to cross over to the front door and open it w...ith a flourish."Finally! It's about time you got here, you are late and that is unacceptable!" I tell her as I turn to the side, allowing her entrance. She just stands there in sort of a trance, taking in me and what I'm wearing. Or better yet, what little I am; which is a black leather lace-up corset, short leather skirt and shiny black heels.. I understood what she was saying but was in no mood to leave her. She kissed me and said lets pack and then before we sleep we can have some fun and then we went and packed. As we were packing we started discussing about what was happening in the theatre etc and sipping our drinks. After packing Riya told me I am going for a bath I said cool and removed my shirt and said wait I will join you but she said have some patience and removed her top and bra to tease me I came behind her to catch her. Over food I quiz Kevin about salient details of his life.He was a factory foreman, overseeing mostly immigrant workers whoseEnglish was a work in development. His work was further out of the cityin an industrial suburb. Our employment was each in opposite directionswith our home in the middle of it.It didn?t seem to pay much, about the same as nursing wages, whichwasn?t great. I felt like together we would never be rich, but we couldafford to live, and pay a mortgage.Things could be so much. He did ask me what I was doing in the jungle, then looked defensive. I smiled and told him mostly the truth. I gave him an explanation of spending time with the Guarani people, studying and learning some of their culture, traditions, and community. He looked at me quizzically, “Really … I was under the impression they didn’t take to outsiders …”I smiled, “I understood the same thing. I was introduced by someone who had family connections. It took a while, but they warmed up to me …” I was.