I tell ya, if he kills off her dad he will never ride off into the sunset with her."I laughed a little at that. Actually, that was the problem with my... latest novel I was trying to solve. I'd been keeping dad up to date with the story as I wrote it, but with a tough plot problem and what happened to Annie I was kinda stuck. The protagonist was in love with the girl at the ranch next to his, but he had just found evidence that her dad was rustling cattle all over the basin, including his. I. I thought netball was going to be easy and that I would make the team butI was amazed at how all of the girls ran rings round me and I wasn't evenon the bench for any of the games against the other schools.In practice they would tease me and say, "Go easy on him, he's just aboy. He can't keep up. He's one of the weaker sex."I watched the hockey and lacrosse teams practice and realised that thedrama teacher was right. Lots of girls got injured and they were reallybrutal. Rugby was far more. At the library, I saw this large, matronly black woman named Bernadine. She was the librarian when I was there and usually seemed like an okay person. I recall forgetting my book bag in the library once near closing time and as I rushed back, she was holding it for me. That day, I had a conversation with Neil, this library guy whom I told about my books. Bernadine overheard and I told her about the books too. Since then, her behavior toward me has changed. First, she seemed eager to read my. “You were SO kind to my friend Anjitna when she wanted to avoid being sent back to India for her arranged marriage ….” Now my befuddled brain was slowly starting to make sense of what she was saying (see my previous story:- “And I didn't even get her name!”) … so THAT’s what her name was!“So kind”!!! … Is THAT what she calls it! My version was more along the lines of – I was presented with the opportunity of some gorgeous young Asian girl begging me to fuck her … and I did what ANY red-blooded.