"This is coming along beautifully, Mireille," he says. "I really like how you've decided to go with unconventional colors. They stand out nicely again...t the black background." He gestures to the work I've already completed around her face, those beautiful hands moving in ways that both excite and transfix me. I also can't help but relish the way my name expertly rolls off of his multilingual tongue; he obviously speaks French."Thanks." I am nervous and can't seem to raise my voice above a loud. Finally, sure that Harold had had sufficient time; she peeled off her panties and placed the transmitter with the rest of the gear Harold had lent her that morning. The breeze helped but she was still hot. On a whim, she went outside onto the patio and, setting the spray gun nozzle to rain, she aimed the gun into the air while she hopped, laughing and giggling, under the falling droplets ... Total, absolute HEAVEN! She felt like a little girl, again.She was still dancing under this artificial. I move down until my head rest in her motherly lap, she just strokes my hair and rocks me, she doesn’t even waste the moment with words. We bond again that night, again with tears and with out word comprehendible to the naked ear. I feel her tears lightly hit the side of my face and mix with my own. We mix, our souls, our tears, our love, it all mixes. ‘I really was going to jump.’ I mumble staring off into nothingness. ‘Shh…. I know but its over now. You are a fighter, but you don’t have to. Sarah being over confident looks at the Champion’s corner and tells her – See, in case you have a different opinion then I am ready to challenge you. No issue at all.The entire audience becomes speechless looking at Sarah’s confidence. Hearing this from Sarah, the previous year’s champion Linda who was sitting in the corner stands up and slowly came in front of Sarah. And tells her in a male voice “Yes I have a different opinion. Be yourself? By holding a hand of Sarah very tightly. Then she.