Leaving the bike to fall onto the lawn, he rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently until it was opened by Clive’s dad. Into the hallway and then up t...e stairs, two at a time.Only the stairs were not empty. Jenny was on her way down. They met halfway, Jenny flattening herself against the wall to let him past. Amos stopped and found himself the closest to Jenny that he had been for some considerable time. He was stood on the step below the one she was perched upon, which put his head at the same. Something in her wanted him to go all out, but she was cautious. His record spoke for itself as thirty eight of his fights ended by submission. The rest were either TKO or KO. His whole career he only had five decisions. One thing she noted was none of his losses were by decision of submission. As she watched she wondered how he had lost those fights and still wanted to continue. ‘OK Anna, right here you need to go flat and that will make your opponent over extend. If you keep your body up then. Telling them about the charity fishing trip got their interest up as well. We could fly over, pick them up, take us, all seven, to the Fairmont for a few days, have some fun, fly them back and go home. The holidays would be best, since we might all want to get out of the weather anyway. It was a loose plan, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Cheryl and Glenda were on it.All four of us ladies went to the little girls’ room leaving the General and my husband alone. I thought it may get. ...But that was just it, she had to think like a "she" if she was ever toget away from this hell, at least until "she" got back to the farm. Itwas like that awful woman could read her mind if she didn't try to thinklike a girl.She looked the reflection over critically, hopefully as critically asher mentor.Freshly shampooed and conditioned ash blonde hair was quite expertlypiled and tied in a pink velvet scrunchy in a high pony tail.The painted face that examined itself was as close as she could.