" Huh, it is a sunny California day after all. Neat, Ok, now that we are in the woods, makea little cloud just over our heads." Oh, hey, we didn't ord...r any hail! Cut it out! Oh awesome, snow! That is amazing! Here, I amgoing to try to do something. Just a meditative state, open to anything awareness of thesurroundings, to see if something is accomidating, right? Ok, I am there, and the plants andtrees seem agreeable. I can sense that I don't want to ask too much, or it could harmthem. Oh, let. One girl in particular I shall call Amy has been a thorn in my side since the first day of school. She will walk into class late, disrupting class, her plaid skirt swishing to and fro causing the whole class to stop and look at her. She will always enter from the door in the back of the class and strut to her seat in the front of class causing all heads to turn and watch.This last time was simply the last straw for me as she interrupted an important lesson in American history to make her. " I sent the girls home without me," she said. "They insisted that we all drive home together, but I told them that I felt like living dangerously." What do you mean? Do I look dangerous," I asked."I don't know," she said, "are you?"I didn't tell her at the time, but I had a hard-on that extended easily beyond my knees and toward my ankles! She exuded sex, but not in a silly, contrived way; she was demure, sophisticated and incredibly sweet. I asked her out for coffee and we went to my favorite. He made no bones about not being a pro, merely a college student taking a year off school to pay off some of his student loan before racking up further debt. Smart kid, I thought, and it turned out he was a natural at teaching, his attitude comfortable and encouraging. He took us through the basics and then began to help each of us tailor our swing and timing so that the ball would head in at least the general direction we wanted it to. The other members of our group included three solo women,.