I'm sitting next to the girl who recognized me in that TV&Radio production course. Sandra's wearing a green dress, and it's cut to show a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg. Her hair was short, but wavy and mixed with braids and little beads. She's telling me one thing that nobody in college would ever tell me: She's going out to a party, and she wants me to go with her. I said "Sure, sure. I'll go with you," and she kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her back, but I was kissing her shoulders and looking down at her dress. Sandra wasn't wearing a bra, and it shows. She smiles.