To me, what confirms this is a dream is how quickly I respond. I’m a 69-year-old man. I don’t react like a teenager anymore, yet I responded with ...ightning reflexes. I know how to fight, not just because of the years of abuse and fighting. When I left home as a teen, I promised myself I would never be the underdog again. I spent the next 30 years going from dojo to dojo learning one martial art after another. I would stay long enough to learn what it took to defeat that martial art, then move. She was the all American girl. I had no idea why she was friends with me. I have two things in common with Heidi, I’m 6 feet tall and I also get good grades. That’s where the commonalities stop. I was very awkward throughout high school. Even though I was 6 feet tall, I only weighed 150 pounds. I didn’t have an athletic bone in my body. Some would even say I look a little effeminate. Boys use to joke that I looked more like girl rather than a boy. I had acne problems during that time and I. I had not realized just how muchstuff we had purchased. A young lady had to be prepared for anysituation. And it looked like Jim was prepared to be presented at court."Jim, darling, we have to talk a little about tomorrow. I think it iswonderful that you and I have met some new friends but just think whatthis visit will mean to your feminine endeavors. A lot seems to behappening rather fast. If you and I are to be proper hostesses to our newfriends tomorrow, we have to get some things in. I assumed she wasn’t one of those insecure big girls because she wore a skirt that just covered her ass by a few inches. I could see the dimples of fat on the back of her thighs and all of a sudden there was a swelling in my pants. I swallowed hard, grabbed her bags and headed inside to help her get settled. Since she was staying in the room across from mine I headed across the hall and helped her get comfortable for a little while.“Thanks for helping me with my bags,” Claire said as she.