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such a beautiful and elegant
lady walking down the street with me.  I gave her my hand, and she took it, and
we crossed to the other side of the street.  Walking hand in hand in the
streets of New York was simply enchanting.
    She
asked me about school and if I like my major and all that stuff. She asked
about summer and what I’m doing now and what would I want to do after I
graduate.  She asked me about if I was seeing someone and how I find girls my
age.  She navigated very well around Vanessa, and she never mentioned her even
though I knew that she wanted to ask me about her.
    We
crossed another street, and this time she put her arm around me as we walked to
the other side.  As soon as her hand touched the small of my back, I felt heat
rushing to every extremity of my body.  My heart beat a little faster, and I
felt warmth spread to my cheeks in the cool evening air.
    We
arrived at Starbucks, and we went in.  There were 2 girls and a guy ordering in
front of us.  She stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat of her
body on my back.  All the time we were standing there, she touched my hand and
put her hand on my shoulder, on my back, and on the top of my hips.  Very soft touches
and it gave me a great feeling that I hadn’t felt before.  It was one of those
rare moments that you wish that you could stand in line all day long. 
    The
baristo was looking at us, and when he saw me looking at him, he looked down
and concentrated on his work.  He was a young college student, just like me,
working summers to help pay for his studies.  We were both the same, except
that I was with the most beautiful woman in town.
    We
were next in line, and Becca was now leaning against me, setting her chin on my
shoulder.  Her hair was brushing against my neck electrifying my spine and
sending signals to every part of my body.  As I turned to ask her what she
wanted to drink, she moved her head back but not fast enough because our lips
almost touched.  I wanted to kiss her right there and then, but I didn’t.  Her
breath was a mix of strawberry and almonds, and it was intoxicating.  Our eyes
met and when I was about to kiss her she said, “Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino,
with cream on top.”
    “What
size?” asked the barista who was taking our order.
    “Tall,”
Becca replied.
    “I’ll
take a Grande iced coffee,” I said.

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    We
walked slowly up the crowded street, sipping our drinks and avoiding tourists
as much as we could.  Becca started asking me again about college and what was
I thinking of doing after I graduate.  I told her that I really didn’t know.  I
was not sure what to do next.  I was majoring in political science, and I might
go to law school.
    “I
applied to law school many years ago,” Becca said.
    “You
never went in?”  I asked.
    “Lyn
was still three or four, and I thought I could handle it, but Miles talked me
out of it,” she then added unconvincingly, “I’m glad he did.”
    “Why
don’t you reapply? Lyn is a big girl now, you know,” I suggested with a smile.
    She
let out a mild laugh and said, “We will be classmates then.”
    She
reached out and put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards her. 
She gave me a peck on the cheek and a light slap on my neck.  She then looked
at me and said, “Come.  We have to go pick up something from Bleecker Street.”
    We
walked towards Bleecker, and all the time she was talking to me and touching my
hand, my face, and my back.  Every time she touched me, I felt the warmth of
her hand and the softness of her skin warming and caressing my soul.  As she
came close to me, her scent filled the space between us and engulfed me with
bliss.  “Here we are,” she said and stopped in front of an old record store.
    I
knew the place.  It was David’s, a guy you have to know to hate, but he knew
his music, and he catalogued every record that has ever been produced since the
dawn of time.  We tried to