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Show 127 Saturday that he started work, she was taken with him. He was the most attractive, the most exciting young man that she had ever known. Blue eyes, with blond curly hair in loose ringlets aurrounding his open, blemish free face. And he was a sharp dresser, not exact like Robbie, but always a white shirt and tie-which he wore without a clip so that it hung free, unrestrained, naturally flowing with the movements of his body. He was a freshman at UCLA, a business major, working to help put himself through college. With his open, bantering personality, it was obvious he would be a success one day. As the days went by, her thoughts turned increasingly to him. During the evenings, while doing the dishes. Or taking her shower before bed. Would he ask her out? Not now, of course, he did not know her know; but later, after they had been around each other more, after they had become better acquainted. What if he should ask her for some Saturday night in which she and Roger were already scheduled to do something? The dilemma was sweet torture: how deeply involved she would become in the situation! And then afterwards, how she chided herself for thinking such thoughts, for taking such pleasure in thinking them. But then, as the days went by, her daydreams began to intensify. His figure in her mind's eye began.to release something in her-so that her imagination would create situations, images, uncontrollably. His features, the sense of his person, his physical presence, would propel itself into her mind with great force-so that her skin tingled, she would feel herself beside herself. It made her uneasy, at times, that she should have such a strong response. It was ten o'clock in the morning, she was sitting in history class: what was he doing? At this very |