So I attended, Mikayla was one of the assistant instructors. It was luckily only a five class course. Mikayla and I got to know one another in that ti...me. While on a lunch date, shortly after the self-defense course, Mikayla introduced me to her girlfriend Megan. Megan is your typical white girl, not tall but not short. Light brown hair that hits her at about her shoulders. She is slender but toned, like a marathon runner. Only, she looks like she’d be right at home baking apple pies. Mikayla,. 7 feet tall, nice looking girl. Slim body but not skinny. I would say she was simply a good looking woman with hair falling down to her shoulders. She must be just short of 30 years old. When reaching for bread she touched my hand. A shiver ran through me as her hand is surprisingly cold. She held her hand there for a couple of second before moving on. "So, what kind of a work you do?" she asked me when taking a sip of coffee. "I work with, um… numbers," I started when she bursted to laugh.. As a person who had never been in love, she never concerned herself with the feeling of the other person in her relationships. Suzanne wondered how one resolves this question, you couldn’t just ask could you? She could just come out and tell him that she loved him but where would that leave her if he didn’t respond in kind. She decided to take the coward’s way out and say nothing until he said it first. However, after just their third date she realized she couldn’t stand it any longer. After. I'll expect they'll disappear entirely now you two are behaving yourselves for once. Dawn, are you ready yet?" she called."Coming," Dawn appeared on the porch, buttoning up her Girl Scout uniform. The sunlight glinted off the sliver cross back in its rightful place around her neck. She looked none the worse for wear, her young body recovering much faster than her mother's from the blood loss, the bite marks invisible unless you really looked for them.As Joyce walked to the car Dawn lingered.