CBvette

"But that's not how it happens," Amanda said from the platform at the front of the classroom, facing the room full of men.  She stood with her hands on her hips, her soft, full lips pressed together in exasperation.  As much as she was trying to prevent it, her frustration with this group full of superstitious men was starting to show, and she paused for a moment to regain her composure.  Her blue eyes flashed as she reached up and pulled her shoulder-length auburn hair behind her head, reaching into a shirt pocket to retrieve an elastic hair band and then tying her hair into a pony tail.  The relief on her neck from the heat was immediate, a