may i sit at your table?
i am vijay joshi. vijay sits and shakes their hands.
i see you both have been rejected by the socially elite of our school. ukiah is a cultural wasteland compared to india. though some of the girls are very attractive.
not at the moment. but i am optimistic. how about you?
you don't mean sheeni saunders. i heard she was interested in some brilliant fellow in the bay area.
i'm surprised. you are not at all what i imagined. nick narrows his eyes.
so how is sheeni?
shall i translate it for you?
i speak french, english, hindi, marathi, and urdu.
dear, nick.
oh yes.  love to you and albert. who's albert?
i don't know, but this taggarty girl sounds very uninhibited. i wonder if she's made it with a hindu yet.
but what will we tell our parents?
but what if we are caught?
you want culture? i will give you culture. vijay puts in his own cd and ravi shankar's tarana blasts from the speakers. nick gives vijay a grin of approval. music plays over.
a distinguished group i would be happy to join. the two boys turn around and watch in hot-blooded bliss as taggarty searches for her misplaced nightie.
i am in a state of sexual frenzy. what is your plan?
what if they don't go for it?
it was difficult to tell with that condom, nick. why did you buy such thick ones?
well, she's safe. no organism could penetrate those walls.
they will likely notify their parents. perhaps even expel them.
what will we do?
i have no shoes! i'll catch pneumonia and die a indeterminate proto-quasi-virgin!
i spoke with taggarty this morning. she requested a wallet sized photo. nick looks up glumly from his lunch. lefty has his feet up on the table, his facial growth is almost respectable.
a c+. which i feel is perfectly satisfactory given the conditions.
no, apparently they convinced the matron it was all quite innocent.
no need to be jealous, nick. nick stands and collects his lunch tray.