"Well, that’s completely different. Art for art’s sake, no doubt," Mark said sarcastically.
"More like, life imitating art," I retorted.
"You’re going to have to live with your "art" for the rest of your life."
"I’m going to forget it as soon as the check clears, and afterwards, I’ll look different for the rest of my life."
"Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do!" We looked in each other’s eyes, saddened by this confrontation. I blinked first.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say good bye like this. Have a happy holiday, Mark."
"You too, and travel safely. Good luck."
"Thanks, see ya next semester."
Tran was delighted with her new passport. She had renamed herself as Terri New. I was now Alexandra Rivers. We celebrated by smoking a joint, my first since the beginning of the semester. (I never smoke dope during a semester; it wreaks havoc on short-term memory). Just after we finished, the doorbell rang. It was Rick and Randy, back from their last final. They had already downed a few beers, and were looking for me to help them celebrate.
They took an immediate interest in Tran. She is really exquisite. She has light skin for an Asian, glossy, smooth black hair that falls to her round, but tiny ass, small bones, a slender waist, a perfectly proportioned, high cheek boned face and soft, inviting lips surrounding a slightly toothy, but winsome smile. She smiles and laughs readily and infectiously, and she possesses a biting but self-deprecating wit. But the features which caught Rick and especially Randy’s goggling eyes were her D-cup breasts, cantilevered, jiggling and seeming to defy gravity beneath her tight, low cut top. Too large for her petite frame, they were always an eye catching sight, and wonderful to play with.
"Very nice to meet you, Allie you a very bad and selfish girl that you never introduce your hockey stick friends to me," she chided jokingly. Her diction and pronunciation were imperfect, but she spoke in a charming song-like voice that made one forget her occasional lapses. I could tell Rick was interested, and Randy seemed smitten. When she went to the bathroom, he pulled me aside and asked "Ah, is she, you know, like you?"
