Thus leaving me standing, wrapped in the black belted fleece, hands shoved in pockets, a little bag of supplies hanging from my wrist.“Miss Larson.�...�The deepest breath could not prepare me for round two. I turned and looked to him with what I hoped was a determined, enthusiastic expression. A grateful pupil prepared to soak up all knowledge offered. “Mr. Ryne, thank you so much for doing this.”Cyan eyes were studious, lips favoring neither frown nor smile. He wore a black turtleneck today, plush. She's a short blue eye blond that I fell in love with from the first time I saw her. I was only 15 at the time and no one noticed other then my girlfriend at the time who dumped me on the spot. Connie give me a hug, saying that I would get over her dumping me. Well the moment her arms went around me I was over it. My brother moved himself and Connie about 600 miles away so all I had was my memories of her until last fall that is. See my dad always goes hunting the week before thanksgiving, and. Dad was grinning like mad, and he took half the winnings and immediately began making World Series bets everywhere he could, adding to the bets he had already made.On October 4th, the day before the dance, The Yankees won game one, as Whitey Ford pitched a 2-0 shutout against the Cincinnati Reds. The next day the Reds would even it up, winning by a 6-2 margin. Even the three Yankee errors couldn't be blamed for the difference, and everyone began talking about a back and forth series that would. McLaughlin," Cody yelled as he approached the vehicles."Yes, Professor," Shawn called back."Bring one of the two-ways. I need you to ride in the truck," Cody called."Okay," Shawn said hesitantly as he got out of the Humvee. "What's going on?" Can you handle this?" Cody asked, holding up the AK-47."Umm, yeah. I've fired a few and I know how they work. The bullet comes out of that end, right?" Shawn asked drily, pointing at the end of the barrel.Cody smiled as he nodded and handed Shawn the rifle.