Why was I feeling some jealousy then? It was silly. I had to shake myself out of it.“So I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?” I asked, forcing a smil...e.“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’ll come by around eleven.”“Cool.”We reached her house and stood awkwardly for a moment on the sidewalk.“I had a really good time tonight,” I said.“Me too. Thanks for coming out.”I leaned in and kissed her gently. She seemed surprised for an instant, and then she returned the kiss. I broke it off before she got too excited,. I had been taking pictures. Head down, breathing slowly, composing my shots. Then click of the shutter. Later she told me this is what first caught her attention. She winked. My heart stopped. My world stopped. In the words of Hendrix “this foxy little heart breaker” stood maybe 5’8, slim, late 20’s, eyes fierce with life and hunger. A Media girl. Two days later we met while I was working at a jazz gig. Finn Peter was playing. She had told me she had a boyfriend at home in London when I first. As she lathered up with vanilla fragranced body lotion, she looked at the clock. She estimated Corbin would arrive in a few minutes. She selected a halter-neck navy straight-line dress. As soon as she finished slipping it on, her door sounded. Lana peered through the peephole. It was Corbin. She opened wide and invited him inside. He was carrying a brown paper bag. The caramel-skinned, man was still dressed in the same dapper dark green Zoot suit and shiny black Stacy Adams penny loafers. “Come. ” He set the skillet back on the fire so that the water could be boiled away. “Have you gotten every tooth?”“Yes, sir.”“Then take a mouthful of this.” From next to the fire, there was also a cup made, of all things, tin. It was full of water brought to a simmer, with ground charcoal and pine needles mixed in. He let it cool and then handed it to her. “You said you could count, right? Well swirl this around your mouth and start counting. Once you reach one hundred, swallow it.”She took a.