The women started coming out of the huts, having been satisfied that the fight was so quickly resolved. Once, again, there was a moment of stunned dis...belief before a middle-age woman approached from the group and laid her palm over my left breast in recognition and deference. She was one of the women who had been responsible for my challenges and training during my original visit.My eyes welled up as the full weight of what I was trying to do came over me with the recognition of this woman. I. ‘Men like you, Papi.’ It hadn’t occurred to me that she had saw me as a john, and I felt absolutely stupid for thinking she’d actually been attracted to me. She started laughing at what I assume was the idiotic look on my face. ‘It’s OK, Papi. I like you. You’re a good man. You’re sweet. I’ll be gentle with you. We’ll have a good time.’ ‘Look, Olivia,’ I said awkwardly, ‘You’re a really beautiful woman. I really like you. But I’ve never paid for sex and I don’t think I could live with myself. He’s been paying so much attention to me that I know he has to be getting behind. He has this work-study job on top of that, as the evening monitor for the language lab, from five to nine in the evening. He spends a lot of time at a big desk in front of the individual booths, and he does some of his homework there, but it can’t be the best place to get anything done. He’s got the duty Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights, so he’s working twelve hours a week, which isn’t bad, I suppose. He can’t. Of course, now I’m seeing more than enough of you to make up for those precious few minutes of together time we missed out on!” Tara Tennyson stepped out of the shadows, smirking. As Sasha began to grasp what she was seeing, she couldn’t help but notice that Tara had also lost her yellow baggy shorts, and was now wearing the skin tight shirt and pants that Sasha herself had sported an entire clue back. That outfit now looked positively prudish to Sasha, even though a mere fifteen minutes ago.