Then his came up, and she quickly graded his quiz and, of course, there were no wrong answers. She could not help it and thought to herself, ‘Just l...ke choosing him could not possibly be a wrong answer. It felt so right, how could it be wrong?’With the remainder of her free lunch hour, she started a checklist of what she wanted in a man. It was the same list she had mentally begun back in high school but, of course, it had been amended and updated several times. She had to admit to herself Tim. I’ve been there. It’s still around in the 21st Century.The first thing that hit us as we walked in the door, was the stink. It was a fetid stench of unwashed people and wet cloth, garnished by smoke from an endless assortment of pipes and the enveloping smell of burning wood.The noise level was also shocking. The Hollywood concept of Victorian England fosters the stereotype of the British as “reserved.” Well!! I’m here to tell you that the aggressive talk and raucous laughter of a room full of. “Well,” Jill said, “I’m really glad my aunt and uncle can show you their bright and sunny disposition so clearly.”“Don’t be fresh,” Justin growled.“Would you rather her be rotten?” George smiled, almost letting a “Like you” hang unspoken in the air like the smoke from a cigarette.“Where are you headed?” Jill asked brightly.“I’m on my way to college, graduated high school early,” George said. “Where you going?”“To my brother-in-law’s house to unload a problem,” the man growled, looking pointedly. Still, something was tugging at the back of Sheila’s mind. She couldn’t place it, but she couldn’t get rid of it, either. Her mind went back to Julia talking about what she would do if she ever met Leira, and it made Sheila laugh out loud. She’d only seen Julia fight one time, and she had to be the most awkward looking brawler Sheila had ever seen, not that she had a whole bunch of experience in that area. She had to admit, though – Julia had won that particular fight. Suddenly, something.