I stepped off the lane and into the crowded airport in Cleveland. Agreeing to help Uncle Dan teach little kids to ride horses for summer must be the stupidest thing i've ever done. After baggage claim I spotted a sign with my name “CJ” on it. How many other Cjs could there be in this entire airport? As I walk towards the sign I see the muscular arms holding it, the closer I get I see more and more of the hottie holding it. My 20/20 vision zeros in on his sexy face, one icy blue eye one jade green. His jet black hair and light skin look hot together. “I'm CJ” I tell the guy when I reach him. “Jake” he has a deep sexy voice. “Jakie!” a girl yells and pulls him too close. She's wearing a long formal skirt and sweater, while i'm wearing my shortest short shorts and a skanky tube top. Oops! The girl looks annoyed that Jake is talking to me with amusment in his eyes.