Margaret Rath. I could still remember when she had first walked up to me.
The young woman came with a cherry smile, but all I saw were her swaying hips.
"Let's be friends," she had said after introducing herself to me and getting to know my name.
"Why?"
"You have money, I have a body you like. Do we need any other reason?"
"Your body is good, but with my money, I could get better ones."
"Perhaps, but they won't be able to ride you as well as me."
Rather than considering her offer, my mind had gone to thinking about when the girls in 2002 became so bold.
Our conversation that day hadn't led anywhere, though, as she had pulled away, telling me to consider her words a joking introduction.
The second time Margaret and I met was the last time we saw each other, and it had been on the day I travelled to Colorado.
That day, Margaret had been asking me to come tutor her.
