.. I love you too much to tell you about your boss Ralph Taylor, and about Steve Samuels, and about that dog... She said only, "What is it, Howie? Wha... news do you have?" Well, hang onto the telephone," said Howard enthusiastically, his words jumbling together in his excitement. "I met a man here in Monterey, at this meeting I attended. His name is Charley Dawes, and he owns a large auto dealership up in San Francisco. Well, we got to talking and then got to be pretty good friends, and I. ’ His smile is pure sugar and his voice is the opposite. ‘God damn, girl, you have atrocious taste in men.’ Her head hangs and she looks mock ashamed. ‘Carl, please. My first night back. Is there any chance that you…’ she raises her head and looks at him. No. No chance. His eyes meet hers and he hands her a drink. Offhand she notices it’s her favorite. How the hell did he know…never mind. Here it comes. ‘Cyn, I swear, I have to strike while the iron is hot before you find another loser to prop. It was so hot! She never did find out who it was and Darlene refused to tell her, even to this day. It made her crazy! Every time she met one of Darlene’s male friends or co-workers, she would wonder if he was the one who fucked her and heard her moaning and orgasming like an insatiable slut. Candice even thought it might have been Doug, Darlene’s husband, but he didn’t know the two of them were lovers. Or did he? Her mind raced. Darlene had been gone a long time. Was that the front door. Maraud shook his head. "It is nothing." He replied quickly. "The dragon is also a female as well ... a pure Firespitter like Syrilth but quite a bit younger. I'd estimate she is somewhere between four and six hundred years old, perhaps as much a eight hundred years. A mere child in relation to their life spans, but still, she is very well trained and extremely dangerous. The same can be said for the Heavyhorn. That tells me there are at least some dragons that survived the purge Chetak was.