The movie wasn’t bad—some spies-vs.-smugglers tale of suspense that featured a lot of tense-looking people trying to hunt each other down on a Ukr...anian freighter, and then a sub, and then the Eiffel Tower. Under other conditions I might have taken issue with the extraordinary amount of automatic weapons fire that had been discharged without much consequence in a submarine five thousand feet below the surface, but Kate was a constant, pleasant distraction. The scent of her freshly washed hair,. I also noticed she was wearing flip flops, not the kind of shoes to be climbing the area we were at? Which also confirmed she was indeed following us? We were wearing gym shoes.So I stopped and sat on a rock. I said "Hi!" She stopped and looked up with a smile and said "Hi" back. She walked up the hill a bit toward us and stopped about 6' below me. "Do you live on the island?" "No, I live in Portland." I'm here for three days then onto Australia." "By yourself?" "Yes!" "That's quite. A flowing pink skirt fell to her knees. Both of these garments were see-through everywhere, but for the parts that mattered. “But you are the important one” the girl purred, her flowing pink hair swaying behind her. From the sways, you could tell that the girl’s hair went down to her waist.“Me?” you ask “You still haven’t told me where we are!” you reply.“Oh right! Sorry yeah,” the girl said, rubbing the side of her head in embarrassment. “You’re dead” she said bluntly, giving you a megawatt. Sue Foster. She was not really hot per say, but there was something about her that made me want to fuck her. I could tell that she had a fairly smoking body, nice sized tits, nice ass. She was about five foot eight inches tall, dirty blonde hair about mid length. Her face made her look older than she was. She was mid forties but she looked older. Something about her. So I took several of her classes and we clicked. She seemed to like me as much as I liked her. I would help her after school, I.