I brainstormed a name for this female samurai and immediately went for the most epic. I wrote in the margin."Hunter of the Sun, Fukushima"I couldn't h...lp but giggle at the nerdy fuck I was. It was the first time I laughed since I left my cubicle, and I wanted to keep it up and write a whole profile for her."The sadistic and beautiful Fukushima has spent her whole life to become a master swords woman, to dominate her opponents in more ways than one. The power, the fury of the sun itself lives. So I ordered a black polyester blouse from one of the women’s wear shops I used: Roaman’s or Woman Within or some place – sent to my PO box. Likewise, I got a reasonable replica of Sam’s skirt, heels, and jewelry. I hadn’t gone to this much trouble before in dressing, since I never really looked at myself in the mirror when dressed… it was feeling the hair on my head, seeing it flow onto the shelf my huge tits made, etc. but for what I had planned, I wanted this to be just right.Whenever I got. .. unfortunately no.Sunday afternoon the phone rang, a friend of Ron's was reporting the events of Morning Mass. Father Rose, still smarting from having to apologise for the Father Ryan attack on me, took the opportunity to castigate me publicly over the Mrs Dawson confrontation. Not only had I physically attacked an elderly lady, causing her to be hospitalised but I had, in public proposed to my sister, this was nothing short of incest, what else could be expected, my mother and uncle were. When we got there, we lookedthrough the window. Some students were already there but it appeared thatthe teacher wasn't. We opened the door and went to grab seats next toeach other, as we sat down Alan asked me, "Hey, do you want to go to themall after school? I heard that there was going to be a sale at Forever21." But Alan," I replied, "you just brought a whole range of clothes overthe summer that you haven't even worn yet." I know," Alan said, "but a boy can never have too many clothes. Plus.