That is another story for another time. Years went by. We moved once or twice, always my job dictating my location. We left London behind us and move...d to the coast where I was now Director of a construction company. Life was good, plenty of money, nice house, cars and so on, all the stuff that goes with the position. We would have liked a few kids, but one of us it seemed, was unable. Just as well I suppose, kids have a tendency to stifle the romance of living and fucking. I digress again. . "Just arrived in LA, then?" he asked her, and she nodded, glancing back at him. "You gonna be an actress?" Hopefully, or a model," Bria replied. "Um, where do I sleep?" Downstairs, let me show you," Raoul invited her to follow him down a flight of stairs. At the bottom was a hallway and a laundry area: a washer and dryer were positioned against a six-foot half-wall, and if one looked carefully, a showerhead could be observed behind them. The hallway extended around a corner into a large room. . We all saw the twin rumbles in front of home plate, last night, at Royals Stadium. Our Big Boy, rookie pitching sensation, Brian Nelson is SIXTEEN years old, for crying out loud, he's a high school kid, and the Orioles think being a big, tough man is all about kicking a kid's ass? Same dudes probably hit their girlfriends for spilling their three point two percent beer, cause that's all their mama's letting them drink."Those dudes, if they got a girlfriend, she probably only twelve! What. “I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:“You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”I DID get lucky. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly paying any attention to the movie. I couldn’t.