His face was not “handsome” in the way that models are handsome. Male models all look the same: small, blue eyes, light brown hair, extremely musc...ular, too much facial hair. This guy was like that in no way. He was tall – I’d say about 6”2 – and slim, though power seemed to radiate from him. His face seemed hollow and gaunt. He wasn’t good-looking in a traditional way, but something about him was so special, you had to look. And she was, too – the prettiest girl in my year – she was looking. Only in my dreams have I been so close to someone, yet so far away from what they were. I speak of my life, actions taken, things that I have seen, but all I can think about is her. Her aroma fills the air as the sun beats down, drying all of her body, less a region that stays wetted anyways. It is as if she has a deep gorge which has it’s own stream, one which, for all of her life, has worn a crevice into her skin. As I move my eyes up, taking in each detail of her essence, I see her do the. And she was here with a backpack at her feet and wearing fatigues. She didn't seem like a Missus anything. She looked tough enough, even if she was green around the gills. There were stranger things in this man's Navy.The SEAL team – well, this platoon of the SEAL team anyway – practiced making an amphibious attack on the beach at Kume Island. Arti and I watched, as did Hollowpoint. After the exercise was over, we beached the boat and marched ashore like MacArthur in the Philippines.. Follow me, please," I said as I walked aroundfrom behind the counter. 'Helen' stood five foot four if she was lucky I noted. I towered over herat six foot six, but that was with my shoes on. I walked her over to theexercise mats and explained that we would have to do at least fifteenminutes of warm up and stretching exercises. I demonstrated them and shefollowed through them all without any difficulty. We moved on to theweight machines and I introduced her to the lat pull down machine. I goeasy.