I went to the American English Institute in Mexico City, Mexico to teach a new English class. I was supposed to be at class at 6:30 and I arrived at about that time. After looking into the lobby, I decided to go back to my house (directly across the street) for something.

At the house I had the little green Austin car I used to own. Something was wrong with the muffler and I began working on it. I became absorbed in what I was doing and before I knew it, it was 7 o'clock.

I raced back over to the Institute and found two young men about my age waiting for me. At first, because I was far away and wasn't wearing any glasses, I thought they were about 10 years old. When I came closer, I saw they were closer to my age.

The men were a bit upset because I was so late. The receptionist (a young lady) was defending me saying I had been here earlier but no one else had been present. I said, "Yes, I was here before."

But since I hadn't bothered to go upstairs and check the classroom, I wasn't really sure if anyone had been here or not.

One fellow sitting in the lounge looked much like Volker (a German acquaintance I had met in Columbus, Ohio). When he said something in German, I understood him and I responded in German. We spoke in German a few moments. He told me he was from Germany and he was trying to learn English here. He had a full beard and he was a rather handsome fellow.

The other fellow was an American. He said he was from London, Missouri. I never thought to wonder why he would want to learn English since he was already perfectly fluent.

We three boarded an elevator and rode upstairs to where the classroom was supposed to be. The Institute seemed much more plush than before. It seemed to occupy an entire building instead of simply one floor. I saw a good deal of red carpet in the building. I could see so much because the doors of the elevator were of glass. As we passed one floor, I saw another class in progress in which an older lady was speaking in Spanish to a blonde-haired girl.

When we arrived on our floor, I wasn't exactly sure which room the class would be in. I was apprehensive other students would be waiting to reprimand me for my tardiness.

When I found the classroom, no one else was present. We began the lesson by opening our books to a page displaying a little picture designed to help with the lesson. The picture, however, was a bit daring, a white statue of a nude woman. Over one of her breasts was draped a cloth necktie. She was sitting on another necktie.

The German fellow described the picture saying, "The sash is on the platano, the necktie is under the bottomo."

I could see sexual implications in the picture and I began trying to understand what they were.

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