It’d be like getting our closure on the matter.”She didn’t say anything, which meant the ball was still in my court. She was on the fence and it...was time to get her over to my side. I took the bottle of body wash, and instead of applying it to the washcloth a squirted some in my hand and touched it to her chest. She didn’t protest. I moved my hand around in circles increasing my range from the middle of her chest to just over her breasts before finally running over them with my hand and. Your entire presence seems to surround me, and pull me to you. You tower above me, despite my heels, at 6 foot 4 inches. At the moment, all I see is your broad chest, currently covered by a fantastically nerdy Star Wars shirt: “Support our Troops!” I smile at the shirt and look up at you. “You would think that after being cloned after the best bounty hunter and shooter in the galaxy, the Storm Troopers could at least hit a target maybe once, wouldn’t you?” I say. As I look you in the eyes, you. I've been flying for over forty years and never felt or heard anything like it before. A horrible metal on metal shriek was coming from the engine right outside my window. My first thought was, 'If those turbine blades come off that thing, they'll rip through the aluminum side of this jet and turn me into hamburger.'I glanced around the plane. People were looking around, concern reflected in their faces. They hadn't a chance yet to reach panic, but if this kept up... The girl sitting next to me. She now places the blanket on the table, and Nadia places my sword case on it.I cross to the table, open the case, remove my katana, take it out of its shirasaya (storage sheath), and hold it out for Joe to look at.He walks over, and his eyes light up, “I see you follow the Japanese sword arts. It’ll be interesting to see how it goes against our blades.”“Yes, it would be fun to find out. The only trouble is your blades are blunted for safety reasons, this is a fighting blade, and it’s razor.