There were no more options. The fight was over and he had lost. He faced the man who had just hit him, his first opponent, who had used Jeff’s distr...action with the others to recover enough to get to his feet and hit him with a pipe he found laying on the ground. The first punch he learned in his martial arts training was a unique one. The teacher wanted to reinforce how dangerous fighting could be in order to discourage students from being too eager to get into trouble. He chose to show them. Tell Reach I'll be in touch in a as soon as I go get some things. I just hope he included a permit for the pee shooter."Frank took my hand and said, "In the wallet. Concealed weapons class three from the Feds. I hope thats good enough." Well I Federal Marshals badge might be nice," I laughed."I don't think we can do that, but you do have a DOD ID," (Department of Defense) said Frank."Good," I said. I let go of his hand and he handed me the keys to the truck. "See you soon, Frank." Take care. Every morning the teacher tells her studentwhat has happened so far in the teachers life. In the afternoon the studenttells the teacher about how she became the woman she is. Every day theroles switch. We have a way of capturing life stories that we believe youwill totally enjoy. Do NOT prepare, plan , lay out or rehearse your stories.They can only flow naturally when your fascinated listener is in place.Also in this retreat you will have many new things to talk about each dayand they can not. I put Melissa’s hair up and listen in on her and Jessica talk…still. We get back to the high school, and the moaning has stopped and that bummed me out. I never got to find out who was doing that. Maybe next, road trip I will be able to find out. “Alright, how long of a ride is this?” Melissa asks me, the next Saturday as we all load up our instruments onto the truck. “It is about an hour and a half ride, why got a hot date?” I ask nudging her playfully. She just rolls her eyes at me as we get.