Stories about Samurai, ninja, martial arts master that defy human capabilities. But I don't know what possessed me when I began drawing her waist. I t...en decided to go all out. I drew a tall, voluptuous women with thick braided hair and a true hourglass figure. For clothing I went risqué and made a black top that exposed a certain amount of her breasts, an exposed, toned navel, and an elongated black loincloth with thigh high boots to go with it.And of course any samurai needs a sword so I made. I had maybe an hour and a half to turn the grades in to the Dean's office for input into the school's records the next day.A knocking at my door caught my attention. "Come in." I said. In walked a meek-looking young Asian girl, about 5'1", black hair cut neatly at the shoulders. She was slim, maybe 100-105 lbs., wearing a loose-fitting blouse tucked neatly into her denim-shorts. She was wearing white Keds. The way young women wear it nowadays: without the socks.I recognized her immediately. She. At last! She opened the top drawer of the desk and fished out an envelope. Carefully Jane removed the paperclip that held the contents in place and slid the photograph out of its hiding place, the picture that had changed her life. Jane gazed at the picture fondly. The weather had been much warmer on that day and she could almost smell the summer air as she studied the couple that had unknowingly saved her life. It was their lover’s picnic in the woods behind her cabin that had prompted her. ”“T-thanks.”Giggling, she asked, “So, are you gonna tell me your name, or do you just want me to call you ‘stranger’ all night?”All night? What’s that supposed to mean?“I’m, uh, Josh. Josh Sanders.”“A pleasure, Josh. Rebecca Juarez, although you may call me Becky,” she replied, extending her hand.Afraid that merely shaking her hand would trigger the anxiety attack he had been fighting the last several minutes, Josh simply took another sip of his drink, trying to pass it off as coincidence..