Camille was truly a smart person.Patty wouldn't look me in the eye, and when I tried to approach her, she would move away. She seemed to be truly disa...ppointed in me.Despite the fact that I knew Patty was mistaken, her reaction still hurt me very much. I hated having anybody be disappointed in me, and Patty was... well, she was special.About an hour before we were going to start dinner, Patty found me. "Jim? Can we talk alone?"I nodded. "Where?"Patty looked around. "I guess here is just as good. She asked if we wanted dessert, and I said we wanted to talk. A floral scent in the breeze, gardenias maybe. The grape leaves rustled. All around us, steely blue skyscrapers lurched into the darkness. We were in the heart of the city, and yet it was quiet and green and the lights were soft. So we talked. “You know what always amazed me about you?” I started, feeling emboldened by the alcohol. “Hmm… my relentless and naïve devotion to virginity?” The glint in her eye – it was like she winked at. She had big green eyes with long lashes above a slender nose and those full lips. There wasn’t a mark on her pale skin and not even a hint of makeup. Her cheeks had a natural rosy hue and her lips were a little darker. She blinked at me a few times trying to focus without her eyewear. Now, it was time to drop the bomb. ‘My uncle shoots ads for several clothing web sites. I actually model some of the menswear for him. He asked me to keep an eye out for models for him.’ Faith stared at me. "Being held like this is nice," she repeated.I dragged out the words as I asked, "Yes, but...?"Her body flexed against mine."I just told you not to ask," she reprimanded me in a very pleased tone.I could feel the smile that I couldn't see, and as she caressed my ribs, I could feel her smile fade."It always starts with the cold," she said reluctantly. We both shivered. "Sometimes, it starts with the truck, and the ditch, and the water. Other times, I dream I'm at work, and my legs start to.