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This is a kind of preamble to a story line I have been thinking about. It is loosely based on some real people I knew back in college and some of their exploits. If you guys like it I will see about writing some more. I am not going to write about Kayko, it’s just too difficult. I just hope you guys will enjoy this little bit of entertainment. Mike -------------------------------------------------------------- Hot Box We were a perfect match…or at least that’s what it seemed like. When you can have your partner finish your sentence, and even put the same kind of funny twist on it that you would, it tells you something about that person. It’s something that makes them more special than anyone else in the whole world. And when it comes to any kind of relationship, isn’t that what it’s really all about? I met Amanda my sophomore year at college in the archeology section of the library. That was six years ago. My dad had told me to “study hard” because he said it would lead me to opportunities later in life. But when I bumped into Amanda, I don’t think my dad was using the same definition of “study hard” that I was about to discover. As it happened I was in the library to do some research for an assignment in my archeology class. Ancient Central American culture was my topic, and with a file card in my hand I walked up and down the aisles looking for the necessary book. It was just as I turned the corner at the end of the row when I walked right into someone. I had not even seen ...

... who it was because I was looking at the top shelf and had not lowered my gaze as I rounded the corner. After the immediate thud, I heard books and papers hitting the floor. I felt so stupid and immediately lowered my eyes to see who it was. From that first moment of contact with her I was a goner. And I mean like done, stick a fork in me because I am not worth a shit anymore. She was absolutely gorgeous! (At least in my eyes) Her hair was this frizzly mass of strawberry blond mangled disaster that looked like she had just lost a fight with a paper shredder but tried to contain it with a rubber band. And she wasn’t very tall either, maybe 5 foot 6 and about 120 pounds. But she has the most gorgeous face I have ever seen. Her beautiful green eyes sit above high slender cheeks and a small pouty mouth with beautiful rosy lips. And with her nice slender build, aside from the mess of hair, she was easily a 10. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I blurted out quickly as I looked down to see this gorgeous creature I had just walked in to. She looked up at me with those sparkling eyes after she did a quick head to toe spot check of me and just smiled. “It’s ok,” she said as she squatted down and began picking up the research material I had just knocked out of her hands. Taking a knee in front of her I extended every gentlemanly courtesy I knew of to help right this situation I had just caused. (My mom would have beaten me to death if I had not helped her pick everything up.) It was then that I got my ...