McDavid firmly tugging me towardthe two figures that gradually became more than just limbs- no, theywere the people who were going to take me away fro... Greg, Eve andJessica. Maybe they lived in town? There were a few applicants fromCalifornia at least.A man and a woman stood smiling, both happy, but the woman was ecstatic,wearing a wide grin. Both were dressed like they had stepped out of aGAP ad, the woman in khaki shorts, while the man, despite the return tosweltering temperatures, wore a. However, little did I know that this was not the end of my night but the beginning of something else? I walked to the turn style and placed my ticket into the slot. The machine ate my ticket but did not let me out. This is a fairly common occurrence so I just hopped over it like I had done so many times before. Except this time, a terminal cop had seen me do it. I tried to explain to him that the ticket machine did not work but he did not believe me and took me back to the security office. Once. We met for breakfast at Denny's at 615. The bus left at 7, beating the morning rush in San Diego, and missing the morning rush in Los Angeles.We enjoyed the Getty; we enjoyed our time together even more. The bus stopped for dinner at a nice place. We didn't hit the road for home until well after the evening rush.The bus was dark on the ride home. Many of our fellow travelers fell asleep. We didn't. We were holding hands, and talking quietly. At about San Clemente, he let go of my hand, and put. When I hit the fourth floor, I had to pause because I was out of breath.I realized that I had gained a few extra pounds on my glorious “Honeymoon” with Red and the teenaged couple with a modern view of sharing and absolutely no sense of moral values.Red was locked up in her apartment tending a nasty case of the Flu that was going around wiping out the senior citizens and a fair share of unvaccinated children whose parents had totally disregarded the flood of dire warnings issued by the.