" Shut up, Preston," snapped Amanda.She grabbed my belt. I let go of her arm and grabbed her around the waist. I scooted her up so she could grab the ...railing and pull herself up. I stayed there hanging on the railing until she was over it and safe. Then I gingerly pulled myself over it as well, favoring my injured left shoulder. As soon as I was over the railing and safe, Amanda started hitting me and screaming at me."Amanda, you're safe," I said. "You weren't supposed to be here anyway." God. I overheard this was their last day at the resort, leaving at 1am for a red eye home. They were there for a week with a buddy for a stag, and this seemed like a good fit. They chatted the same thing I thought, no singles to find at resorts like this. Both guys were massive, like 6’4” and in very good shape, one was black and one was from Amsterdam. Both good looking. I told them a scenario, and then told them my plan. I said I am down here with Step Daughter, 32 and her 5 year old, and my. As the door swung open, torches came on around the room, lighting up the chest that was sitting in the middle.I heard an arrow whiz past my ear, but rather than it hitting the chest, it impacted the floor beside it. I was about to look back at Sonja, but a second later, lightning shot out of the arrow and began coiling around the chest. When it had circled it once, it constricted and the chest shot up off the floor, or at least it tried to.The lightning was keeping it tethered to the arrow that. I have known of many beautiful women who have married less attractive men. I would guess that they were looking for other qualities; maybe stability, kindness, or strength of character. I would surmise that they valued those attributes higher than those of mere physical attractiveness.That brings me to the point I wish to make. Why should I be so lucky? Why did I meet a strong and handsome man who is also kind and thoughtful? Unlike many women, I do not feel I deserve anything. I have gone.