An Inescapable Master
an excerpt

She sat one row up and three columns to the left. Her blond cascade of hair fell long and straight off her head and onto her shoulders. She wore an angelic expression of silence and peace on her face as she listened to Mrs. Hensen. Her long, slender fingers were clasped together and her arms were bared—thin, but not skinny. Michael stared at this beautiful specimen, this woman; her beauty radiated out like the sparkling waves of an ocean.