And as I mentioned in an earlier story, he was training us to fight, not to win little plastic trophies. The last brown belt test was bad. One of the ...biker guys we trained with had to go to the hospital after it was over, internal bleeding. So we were nervous to say the least. In any case, we passed our brown belt test. It was very hard but our instructor may have toned it down some because of the injured student from the last test, or because there were two women and a couple of scrawny young. I don’t think he recognized me but who is he, anyway?I’m flying first class to Croatia, cost be damned. I sat in the first class passenger lounge watching out the window for any sign he was near. I didn’t see him anywhere but I’ll feel a lot better when I get on the plane to Paris. I bought a SIM at Duty Free and called Cinnamon who was more than happy to hear from me.“Sugar, where are you?” she exclaimed when I got through.“Mexico City,” I answered. “What’s up?”“When do I get to go jet-setting. "They all broke out into laughter."Oh, this is a good one!' he continued, "Went to see Charlie's Angels last night. I almost lost it! There was this scene with Drew Barrymore where she has her mouth taped shut (and you KNOW how I love that!) and the bad guy takes a red marker and draws lips on the tape. So adorable, so silly, so embarrassing! I imagined that was me. In the middle of the movie I had to run out to the bathroom and masturbate, the thought was driving me insane. I imagined how I'd. Just then her daughters came out and Lynn introduced me to them. I was hoping that they didn’t notice my hard on that was making itself known by the tent in my pants. I was doing my best to hide it with my camera bag. Lynn was smiling at my discomfort. Her daughters, Mary and June, were 14 and 15. They were both very good looking, and they too were wearing shorts and colorful short-sleeved shirts that were tied like their mothers, but they had more buttons buttoned. Mary, the older one, was.