There in the kitchen with my mother sat Martha Jane, sipping coffee and chatting merrily away!She said as my eyes bulged out of my head, "Well, Hi!"I ...ould tell--immediately--that her Southern accent had thickened. It was still the same musical voice, a bit rambunctious now, a little louder and more confident. But the same eyes; a more slender neck and arms, and definitely an older and more adult figure. She was 20. Her hair was the same, a little longer, a little more blonde.She gaped at me.. "Maybe tomorrow," Bill replied. "I'm going to go take a shower and then head over to the Flamingo. I feel the need to engage in some meaningless fornication. You gonna come tonight?" Naw," Jake said, "I'm still a little burned on the meaningless fornication after the tour." That didn't stop you from pounding that little punk rock chick in New York," Matt said."I didn't say I was stopping anything," Jake said. "I just said I'm not up for it tonight. I'll see you guys."They said their goodbyes. It looked like everyone had decorated for Christmas, there wasn’t a house we passed that didn’t have lights on. “It’s so beautiful here. And peaceful.” I smiled and hugged myself.There was nothing like having freezing cold air hit your face and seeing gorgeous Christmas decorations. I looked in the rearview mirror. My cheeks were pink, my lips a dark red from the cold. My hair was windblown. I looked pretty. As I was admiring myself I noticed that Jesse was sneaking glances as well. I looked. He found the door was locked and very quickly a shout came from the rear to alert him that something was going on there. He ran round the house and found a number of his men wrestling two robed druids to the grass."Why run unless you're guilty of something?" he asked himself.He wasted no more time in trying to get information out of these two. He strode forward and thrust his sword down and through the hand of one of the struggling druids, effectively pinning him to the ground."I know both of.