I opened my eyes and was shocked: the latino clerk was standing over my bed! I pulled the sheet over my bare body. "What do you want?" I said.He stood... there looking at me. Finally he said, "I want the money for your friend's room. They checked out and said you were paying."I was befuddled. "What friends?" I asked. "I don't have any friends. I just got off the bus – I don't know anyone here."A crafty smile played over his lips for a second. Little did I know it, but I had just confirmed his. . Quite a lot had happened to her last year, now before me stood a cute blond and skinny teen with a more mature self confident look in her face. She was wearing a colourful dress revealing her slender but athletic figure. As most teens the length of her dress left not much room for imagination."Hi Uncle John!" Tanya! It is great to see you, how was your trip?" Long and tiring, it took me some 8h to get here." I guess you should be off to bed then and we can do something fun tomorrow." Sounds. " Very well, but do comb your hair. It does look very untidy. Here, yousit down at the dressing table and I'll do it for you."I sat down as directed and rummaged in my purse to find the comb. Whenshe had finished straightening out the tangles, she spoke again. "Therethat does look lovely. That style just suits you to a T. Now, won't youfreshen your lipstick just to please me?"Reluctantly I complied with her wishes, and even took out my compact andrepowdered my shiny nose. I turned to smile at. I'm more cautious, more of a detail man,careful with the follow through. So we provided each other withwhat the other needed, and came to appreciate and trust each other. We took to calling each other for all sorts of reasons or noreasons, at all sorts of hours. Just to chat, nothing more lookedfor or implied. As friends. I figured she was way out my league-- she was beautiful and sophisticated and dressed smartly. She wasclever with the right words no matter how awkward a situation.