” She nodded. I was fumbling for my cell, when she stopped and moaned. She bent her left knee and her heel popped out of her shoe. “Nicole!” ...��I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said anxiously. “But what….” “My knee locked up.” “What can we do?” “We can’t change the weather, right?” she said and managed a nervous smile. She swayed on her crutches, so I moved closer to her. “I will call a doctor,” I said. “No! Nothing can be done right now. Just take me home!” I was informed that the cab will be. What did morals have to do with the anointed?Riki was just a driver on the rally circuit ... I mean ... really ... a girl doing a male dominated job? The last name completely passed over his head. What kind of a name is Valmaat?She was pretty, had a excellent set of the things that girls were meant to have ... and that white blonde hair made junior prince leak.And that was all it took.They met accidentally. He took her to dinner, gambling, sailing on the dinghy to his yacht. What else would one. It is purely a memory amongst many memories, a snapshot in time, an imperfect watercolour landscape for the person who taught me that painting in watercolours is about building layer upon layer of thin washes, each completely nondescript, dull and boring on their own, but in combination with each other, creating something special.For Ric and Renee, and for Noel, may God love you and watch over you.The track from the station, once smooth and well tended by loving hands, now stood overgrown with. Her smile hit my soul, and when her gaze turned away, the world didn't seem as bright as before; like when a cloud passes in front of the sun, the world had dulled after her smile.I finished pumping and she returned."I didn't know you smoked." I said."I don't really, only when I'm buzzing." Do you want me to drive to a park so you can smoke? You can't smoke here, obviously. No smoking in my car, except for weed." I said."Yeah, a park would be good. Thanks."She climbed back into the car and shut.