I’ll tell you a little story about my senior year in high school. Our English teacher had gone out on maternity leave mid-year and we had gotten a s...bstitute teacher. I don’t think she was your average teacher. In fact, I think she really enjoyed flirting with all the guys. Her name was Victoria Jones. We called her Miss Jones. Miss Jones was a very attractive teacher who was thirty years old. She’s a complete knock out and would wear business suits with pleated mini-skirts that were very. After collecting myself I knocked on the door and heard a voice say enter. In the room there he was, say 20ish with short cropped blonde hair, as it was warm he was only wearing a small towel and flip-flops. He had a hairless body, muscular but not overly developed and the most piercing blue eyes. "Yes," he said languidly nailing me to the wall with the eyes. He was foreign, Scandinavian at a guess and more than that seemed to exude sexuality in a way I had never experienced before. Suddenly. I start walking toward her and give her a huge hug which she returns along with a little peck on the cheek. I take here carry-on bag from her and we head down to the baggage claim area to pick up her luggage, which is just one large suitcase. We head off to the shuttle for a ride to the lot where I parked my car. On the shuttle ride to the lot, we chat about things to come over the next 2-3 days and as we enjoy the ride, we hold hands. The shuttle stops and I grab her bag, which weighs a. “I’ve had to either close my eyes or turn away a time or two when Samantha first started using that sword,” Katie Labatt stated as she gave her step-daughter a loving smile.“And I’ve seen her slice through many a fruit without it moving a fraction of an inch with her Shuangdao,” Mr. Labatt proudly added as he laid his left hand over his daughter’s right hand on the table.“I couldn’t believe how you were able to complete those two throws against that much bigger guy, Sammy!” Elizabeth excitedly.