We could have 're'-told the Wars of the Black Star in a conventional, politically-centred way. Instead, we have decided to walk in the steps of one of...the predominant political figure of our times: Leia Organa Solo.But why pick such a controversial subject as her most intimate misadventures, the numerous occasions where she found her charms to be an asset... and sometimes a handicap? Partly because in time of war, information is a powerful weapon; so powerful in fact that, years after such a. Once the initial flood of people were here, Ken would leave, since he'd always know when someone was on the property. The gates had been left open today -- no sense in having people buzzing to get in or leave all the time.Jane, as always, looked stunning. Her dark hair and stunning blue eyes were set off nicely by the blues in her dress. While not nearly as risque as some of the things she wore, it clearly showed off her beauty. In fact, all of the women had had a huge amount of fun shopping. Zach was a guy, he was metro, at all. So I gave him a straight look. Logical sense. Right? I guess not, 'Oh, sorry. Never mind I guess.' He said. I responded with 'No, no. it's all right, I just don't get guys who comment on my underwear all the time. It's cool.' He gave me a nod and a smile. And I immediately wanted on, and questioned his sexuality. 'I'm going swimming after school today, you have gym this semester too, right?' Zach said. I told him I did (even though I didn't.) He said. Here I staid in constant amusement, with one or other of these charming girls, till about five in the evening; when seized with a sudden drowsy fit, I was prevailed on to go up and doze it off on Harriet’s bed, who left me on it to my repose. There then I laid down in my clothes, and fell fast asleep, and had now enjoyed, by guess, about an hour’s rest, when I was pleasingly disturbed by my new and favourite gallant, who, enquiring for me, was readily directed where to find me. Coming then into.