The Graduate

When Alisa arrived three weeks later, it was not to the modest home that Mira and Douglas it shared, but the guest cottage at the mansion of Jack and Elizabeth. After she recovered from her own jet lag, she got settled in with her graduate studies. And then, and only then, she took a day to lounge by the pool with her sister.

"So how's things with your guy?" Alisa asked.

"Good," Mira said. "He's everything I ever wanted." Alisa crinkled her nose. It was odd, really. Sure, he was balding and had a paunch, but he had that patrician air that should appeal to a girl like her. But she'd spent years being groped and hit on by much older men, much dirtier men, much more lecherous men. And Douglas seemed somewhat ... plain. Boring. When she was younger, she just wanted to get away from perverted white men from foreign countries that were just there to fuck. And now that she was in a country where there were plenty of white men her age to date, she found them boring and vanilla. It was almost like she was hard-wired for perverts.

"So not missing anything?"

"Well ... you know ..." Mira said, sighing gently.

"Yeah, I know. You always wanted to be a mommy," Alisa responded. Mira just nodded, and then jumped into the pool to put her mind to something else.

Alisa thought for a moment. Sure, he was boring. Sure, he was vanilla. But she would do anything for her sister. Even him.