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A group of young women were walking down the street in the opposite direction as I was. The six young women were laughing, obviously having fun. One of them was stunningly beautiful, she had a confident look that made her stand out in the group of giggling young women. She looked to be 19 or 20, in perfect physical condition with long blonde hair and blue eyes. The other girls were all pretty, in a youthful immature sort of way, but in no way matched her.

She glanced over at me. She turned to her friends and said she had to leave. She purposefully walked over to me and smiled. Her friends watched her as she came up to me. There was a stunned silence in the group as she walked towards me. They did not interest me so I let them go their way. In unison, the five women continued to walk down the street without looking back. The stunning young woman stood in front of me, smiling. I could see in her eyes that she was fighting the impulse to follow me, but her fight was lost even before it started.

A moment later I continued to walk down the street and she followed like an obedient dog. She walked next to me but didn't even look over.

"What is your name?" I questioned her without looking over.

She turned to me, smiled and replied "Catherine Anne Russell." Her voice was extremely high pitched, almost as though she was a little girl.

"How old are you?" I continued.

"I just turned 19," she instantly answered.

She kept perfect pace with me. I turned into a diner and sat at a table. She sat next to me as though we were best of friends.

"Why are you following me Cathy?" I asked jokingly.

"Humph... Oh, it seems the right thing to do?" she said somewhat uncertainly. She was obviously thinking about the question but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Ahhh, could you call me Anne? That's what most of my friends call me," she said.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she questioned me. Moment by moment she was getting more uncomfortable. She knew for once in her life she was not in control of the situation.

"No, but that doesn't matter, now does it?" I replied. She deflated even more now. Her downcast expression made her look even more beautiful then more.

I had a moment to simply look at her. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a short white skirt that emphasized her amble breasts.

I asked her about her life and she told me she was a freshman at a local college. She went on to say she was top of her class. I could see this was a strong willed, forceful young woman who was completely at ease being in control of her life.