In my college days long ago, I was active in many extracurricular events. There was one time I went to a conference on the far side of the state with several female and male students and the female advisor. I knew all of them from our activities, but the one that I was interested in was Ella. She was 32. She still worked from time to time as a model--her finished photos were impressive, but at college, often in sweats and glasses with a ponytail, she often didn't get a second glance. She was 5'2", with blond hair down to her shoulders.

We had taken a class together and discovered that we had some common interests. I hoped to have the chance to explore that with her. When I packed for the three-day conference, I packed some wrist wraps from my martial arts class. The rolls of wide, soft fabric should do the job nicely, I thought.