There they were, two old friends from Grad school, meeting on this high tech rigg in the middle of the Atlantic. Would she remember me? Does she think I was foolish when I made a pass at her? Did she marry some guy or did she finally come to terms with her own sexuality? How will I deal with her now? All these questions raced throug Alice's head. She approached Samantha in a professional manner, introducing herself as though she had not recognized Sam. "So, we'll be working on this project together! Any ideas for a resolution, I inquired?" She gazed at me in a puzzled manner, looked down, and swiftly replied; "Yes, I have done much work on this problem in the past, although this rigg has its particular complications, I think we can work it out". Alice wondered if if she was being upfront or if she was sending a coded message???? To be continued