8:173) chris abraham 15-APR-98 10:46

two people sharing europe. only to return home seeing the sparse rankor of home. even if one lives in hawaii, a grand cityscape make the impression of a life time. nobody at home, in this, a pharmecutical town of delusional grandeur, will understand she, nobody will comprehend the bubble of love, the amphitheatre, the verandas, the fumbled shyness of the telephone request, its innocence in a land wherein the men buzz vespas in two or threes, making eyes at the pretty blond american girls. tight white shirts, evocative levis, leathers and brylcreamed pompadors, their tanned cheeks and their roman noses. kissing, sharing the international language of lurvve! 'i know not much english...' yes, don juan. and here, the boy with his brash firey tongue, choking on his silver tongue before the girl with whom he has shared europe, shared italia, bella italia! and then there is the issue of two people sharing intimacies in formal latin. what could be more arousing to a woman? what could be more arousing?