This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story GalleyTo support this, and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://www.tomcup.com *****Karate MasterBy T...m Cup “Why do I have to go?” I asked mom for the fiftieth time. This time she didn’t answer. I knew of course the reasons she would give: I was always moping around the house; I needed a male role model since my father wasn’t around, and (the every so convincing) it would be good for me. I wanted mom to admit that the real reason she wanted. Hiscurrent trip on an oil tanker would take six months tocomplete. His wife, Inga, was a Swedish country girl hemet and married during one of my trips. They had onechild, a five month old baby girl. Inga was a big woman, not fat, just big. She was oversix feet tall and farm girl sturdy. Very nicely formedbut of Amazonian proportions. She always smelled fresh,of soap and water, just as if she had stepped out of abath. I thought she could have been a model for thelarger than life sized statue of. More

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