The sensation came back 10 fold as the oriental woman stepped onto the plane. Moisture soaked through Michael’s shirt, sweat beaded on his forehead,...his nuts felt like they were sitting in a peat bog. And then there was the voice. ‘She knows what you are Michael, she will kill you and everyone on this plane if you don’t stop her.’ Michael was slipping into shock, too much too fast, tunnel vision, clammy palms, falling fast, and then she was there, with him, holding his soul in her…wait, the. I had pulled my cell phone out of the bag I carried on my shoulder with my ID and keys. I called 911 between working on his chest and breathing into his mouth. I don't know if I was doing it right or not. I was just doing what I had learned years before when I was in school. No go. He was gone.The EMTs arrived in about eight minutes. I checked my cell phone. They too scrambled down the bank and tried to revive him. They worked on him as they took him up the bank to a gurney. They had driven. From an early start, Anjali had strikingly beautiful characteristics such as a curvaceous body, pretty feminine features such as slender arms, legs, hands, and nails etc., and a very attractive complexion. But even though she had all these things, she still set pretty high standards for herself in terms of working out. She would swim laps in our backyard pool, she always made the track and field team, and she been in the cheerleading squad for a couple of years.Now, at age 19, Anjali was. We didn't talk much and I just stayed at her pace and followed her through her route. When we got back, she was so tired and worn out that we just said goodbye. I gave her a kiss and a hug and told her to come by if she needed anything. I turned and ran hard for another four miles and then went by the pool to swim. When I came back and let myself in, April was on my couch with a blanket and a pillow from the guest room. She had the TV on but I don't know if she was watching it.Tori had started.