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“This is
Captain Brook.   We will be arriving at
LaGuardia in approximately fifteen minutes where abundant sunshine awaits
you.   As the plane descends, look to your
right you will see a magnificent view of the Statue of Liberty.   We trust you had a comfortable flight.   Thank you for selecting us.   Enjoy your stay in the Big Apple.”

 
                Recalling rumors of the first and
last fifteen minutes of flight considered the most dangerous, the fear
embracing Sam worsened as the plane descended through layers of clouds.   Then, like a flash of a camera, a childhood
fantasy came true.   Bathed in the sun's
rays, Ms. Liberty held her torch high and proud welcoming everyone to the home
of the free and brave, pride in her country burst to attention sending goose
bumps skipping over her skin.   Was this
how everyone felt when they first came to America, she wondered?  
    “How did you enjoy
your flight, Samantha,” Barb asked.
    With an impish grin,
Sam replied, “Actually, don't tell anyone, but it was wonderful.”  
    “Then you'll join us
again sometime?”
    A bubbly giggle
escaped when Sam quickly retorted, “Well, I'm not too sure about that, but I
have to get home somehow.”  
    “Be sure to
straighten your seat and buckle up.   We
will be on the ground in five minutes.   Enjoy!”  
    “Thank you.   I plan to,” Sam replied confidently.  

 
                Continuing down the aisle, Barb paused
shortly wondering how a sweet, young, country bumpkin like Sam was going to
make it in the blackboard jungle of New York.

 
                It was interesting, Sam reflected,
how the flight held at bay reflections of Ted, considering since meeting him he
had completely invaded her mind.   After
Ted's departure, she spent many long, lonely evenings on the porch
circumscribing her home reminiscing and planning her future.

 
                Using her mother’s odd material as a
young child she spent hours designing outfits for her dolls, then in High
School her own wardrobe.   Receiving
numerous accolades, she began sewing for many of her friends.   Volunteer work; helping with costumes for the
school plays, and her insatiable ambition propelled her towards a future in
design.   Recognizing promise, a teacher
encouraged her and with her assistance, she compiled a portfolio of drawings
that won a college scholarship.  

 
                In June, Sam graduated with
honors.   The manufacturers from
well-known firms flocking to the graduation show where each student displayed
the required twelve designs made several promising propositions. To their
disappointment, Sam held firmly to her dream of one day becoming an independent
designer with her own studio.       

 
                With that goal in mind, Sam lived
meagerly throughout college saving every cent earned from sewing and repairing
clothing.   The summer after graduation,
she sketched and waited for the right moment to make her move.   It was fate, she decided, when Ted returned
home on vacation.   Showing interest in
both her and her dream, he encouraged her to visit New York luring her with
enthralling stories of life in Manhattan.   He had connections to get her started; he said with such enthusiasm that
she accepted the invitation.

 
                After kissing her thoroughly, Ted
begged her to make the move as soon as possible.   “When you're ready contact me.   I will send you an airline ticket, money and
have a limo to pick you up at the airport.   You can stay with Brad and me.   I
want to show you everything.   Just think
of all the time we'd have together without your parents.”  

 
                Holding her possessively with one
arm, the fingers of his other hand tracing her spine slid to small firm
buttocks.   Both hands cupping them easily
raised her to her toes pressing her hips closer to his loins.   Feathering light