When she felt she had told me enough, she asked me about my college experience, and as the good narrator I am, I found little difficulty in amusing her with the whole tale, she laughed, giggled, while playfully slapping my thighs, she said being me must be an experience.

We went through each other’s phones, exchanging funny pictures and laughing. Then something unusual happened, apparently there wasn’t enough leg-room under her seat or so I thought, she had crossed one of her legs against mine, occasionally kicking softly while simultaneously laughing. I ignored it and pretended not to notice, but the periodic random soft kicks made pretense a bit difficult. Could this be part of the Yankee experience? I don’t know. She removed her sandals and began caressing my leg with her bare feet as she discussed random family stuffs. I wasn’t listening, this was getting very uncomfortable!

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