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ROGER SMITH continued
"/ should have had the good sense
to recognize what kind of a girl she really
was but I didnt. If I had . . ."
she was struggling every step of the way, carried her to one of the showers. "Don't you dare," she screamed as I locked her in, turned on the cold water, then leaned against the shower door to keep her from getting out until after I had made her apologize and tell me how sorry she was for all she had done.
When I let her out, dripping wet, her face was flushed with anger. But not for long. She quickly changed her attitude and burst into laughter.
Pacified, I asked if I could walk her back to her sorority.
"Sure," she smiled.
It was on the way back that I fell in love with her. She looked so helpless, so wet, so lovely. The kind of creature you want to take care of for the rest of your life.
When we got to her door, she offered me her hand and said a sweet, "Goodnight". But when I turned to leave, she gave me a good swift kick!
I should have had the good sense to recognize what kind of girl she was, but I didn't. If I had, I'd have saved myself a lot of sleepless nights.
READING fills in some of the lonely hours while Vicki is away. Starring in ABC-TV's "77 Sunset Strip" takes most of his time.
BLACK CAT, "Meow", knocks over the sugar bowl and Roger is real mad. Funny, that never happened when Vicki was around.
After what had happened, I had even less nerve to ask her for a date than if we'd never met. It was a very unpredictable Heidi who took the initiative now —
One evening, a fraternity brother stormed into my room. "Guess who just dedicated a song to you?" he cried out.
We had a little radio station in Nogales which made a practice of letting college kids dedicate songs to one another.
"I wouldn't know," I said honestly.
"Heidi!" he exclaimed.
I was flabbergasted. In fact, I didn't believe it until his statement was confirmed by three other fellows.
"Go ahead and ask her for a date," my roommate urged, knowing darn well how I felt about Heidi.
"I wouldn't have a chance," I insisted.
"After she dedicated a song to you? Don't be silly! Ask her."
A few days later we had a beer bust at a nearby park. I decided this was the opportunity to find out how Heidi felt about me. When I called for a date, she said she'd love to go out with me.
When I picked her up, she looked so beautiful, so welldressed, and acted so sophisticated, that I became frightened. I felt quite inadequate in her company, .so much so that I hardly dared open my mouth. I didn't know until later how this impressed her! She thought I was the big, strong, silent type.
If anything, my bashfulness worried her.
"Don't you like me?" she asked after we'd been together for a couple of hours and I hadn't said more than a half a dozen words.
"Of course I do," I assured her.
Later, we were reclining in front of the camp fire. I can still see Heidi, leaning on her elbows, her face cupped in her hands, looking up at me while I was singing to my own guitar accompaniment. Suddenly she put her hand on mine to keep me
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