This isn't a wham bam do it immediately type of story. It takes some time to develop. It eventually hits the mark, so don't give up!nn*nnThe airplane from Tokyo thumped onto the runway at LAX. It taxied gracefully up to the Japan Airlines gate and the passengers started departing. She strolled into the first class lounge ordered a gin gimlet and sat back to enjoy it. Betsy was a striking, large woman. At 6'4" and 195 pounds she was no light weight. Very seldom did she run across a man who had the balls to hit on her. She wasn't mean; she was just extra large and intimidating. She had never had a boyfriend, never been felt up, and never been French kissed. She wanted all those things but all of the men she knew were too wimpy to ask her out. Besides, she needed a big guy. She didn't want some shrimp. She waited an hour and then the loudspeaker announced the boarding of her flight to Detroit.nnShe was employed as an international interpreter for General Motors. She had many flights to Europe and the Orient. She was fluent in German, French, Japanese, Chinese and Korean.GM placed a high value on her and her talents.nn"Home again," she thought as she walked down the passenger ramp and into the first class section of the 747.