" Thinking about the description mama gave me about this girl, I just knew I had to see her. If a description of a person can be that beautiful then t...ere's no telling just how breathe-taking Miss. Charli Rioux truly was. I had to meet her. I stared out into the sky daydreaming of my first encounter with Charli, a part of me was nervous, but another part of me felt as if we were destined. I felt as if I was being drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Mama's voice broke me out of my spell. "Boy!. S. but not for year or more. He won’t let me use itself alone though—says must have regular phone and just use this as backup.”“Crazy!” Cindy remarked. “It’s like a comic book secret communicator—or like that Star Trek walkie-talkie thingie.”They played with the device for a few minutes before the conversation turned to more pressing topics like the judo tournament and what U.S. high school life was like.The next day they had to get back to work and the team went to the tournament site, the. That group, then launched into a spectacular dance routine. There were some quite provocative moves that were borderline tasteful. Still, I enjoyed it quite a lot.Next up was my girls. I found out that they had put together a fashion show. That would explain the extra suit cases they had brought on the bus. Kim had been extremely secretive about their entry and sensing my nervousness told me "Relax coach; You'll enjoy our little show." I thought to myself again "Yeah right, they're going to get. . and slender . . . and had long dark hair. By now I had been gone for over 10 months. I drove to Oregon, and rented a camp site overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I bought a laptop and started writing, determined I would expunge this hold Susan had over me. I was angry, and I knew if I started writing and put my anger on paper I would realize the best thing that ever happened to me would be catching Susan with Thornton. The first anger filled words I wrote were: ‘I have always heard there are.