He lands a good internship and an apartment.

It was a small place, near work. I'd landed an unpaid internship at a no name tech firm (you may have heard of it now; we did very well, later). The only perk to the gig was that one of the owners let me rent the room above his for $500 a month. I had to hustle tables everyday after work, but I was young and I liked the company.

I saw Talia and Rachel one more time. In fact, I drove them to the airport with all their luggage. Talia cried, a little, but Rachel was patient and kind about it. She hugged me goodbye, but Talia just hurried into the terminal.

While I lived there, Amy lived nearby, as did Elizabeth and her college boyfriend. I got lunch with Elizabeth a few times, and Amy and I made out at the movies once or twice in the early weeks. But pretty soon the nights alone started to get to me.

I poured more and more time into work, and lost track of my friends for a little while.

Then, one evening I came home to find an package postmarked Oxford. I tore it open and found a small bundle of souvenirs from Talia and Rachel: postcards, small British candies, and a sealed envelope. Inside, there was a long letter from Talia, which detailed everywhere they'd been and everything they'd seen. Talia had gotten a work visa and was waitressing at an authentic pub. The last line of her letter stayed with me. "Don't forget to write back and tell us about your adventures!"

A stack of Polaroids were at the bottom of the box. Nostalgic photographs of the dark-haired beauty in front of assorted British landmarks. One of Rachel at the Globe Theater and Shakespeare's house. The last two made my heart pound in my chest. A plain, white room, and Talia standing center. She was flashing her magnificent breasts at the photographer, a sensual smile on her face. The last photo was of Rachel in the same pose, her small breasts exposed, and her eyes mid-roll.

The scene played out in my imagination: Talia convincing, Rachel's surrender. I got more than a little aroused and considered whacking off right there, but something stopped me.

Instead, I picked up the phone.