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The stars were shining brightly over the Big Sur when we walked down the slightly dangerous Nepenthe stairs. More dangerous in four-inch heels of course. Which made it only practical that Simon should catch me when I wobbled on the steps about half way down, and wind his arms around my waist. I held him tight. We stood there, blending into the night, breathing together. We didn’t kiss. Just stood. The pine trees sent out sharp scents that reminded me of childhood baths.

‘I can’t find my car,’ Simon said when we finally made it down. He shook his head.

That was little weird, I thought. There weren’t that many cars left. Most of them looked kind of grey in the environmentally sensitive lighting. Were we going to walk to Carmel, 20 miles away?

‘It’s because I’m in another world,’ he continued, looking at me as if for guidance.

‘I can’t help,’ I said. ‘I’m living in my dreams.’

He nodded.

‘And also I’ve never seen your car.’

He found it, of course. It was grey (really grey in all lights of day) and very comfortable. Surveyors need to drive all over California, apparently.

He drove me back to Esalen, down the long and winding road along the cliffs.

We kissed. A long kiss in the car when he said goodbye, under the watchful eye of the Esalen night guard. Another long kiss when I got out, leaning into his window.

Simon was a stranger in the sense that I had never met him before. But he was not at all a stranger in the internal landscape of my mind. On the contrary, I’d been intimately acquainted with him since I became aware of my sexuality. He was the man who had already spoken a word of magic from my most secret dreams.

True, though, I had no idea what the life of a roadie was like, or what he surveyed now.

Of course we had made an appointment.