“Hi, I’m Anesha” she said, holding out a hand. I felt like a giggly teenager again. I didn’t know whether to shake her hand or curtsey. -----...wenty minutes later, we were sitting at a table, talking intently about a book we’d both read. Mark, bless him, was sitting back, trying to get a word in and mostly failing. Anesha told me that she had to go back to the tour bus, where she would be spending another night with her four stinky male bandmates and a couple of roadies. Without a second. "Had a car to return." That car came to you," the woman told me directly.I was about to reply with an expected, "Yeah, right," but stopped myself. These people virtually live on The Highway as best I could determine. I know I'd seen them here on both my previous trips. Bad form to argue with someone who may know a whole lot more than you do.I settled for giving an indeterminate nod, before settling down to firmly watch The Highway myself. I intended now to prove myself as dedicated a watcher as. Peterson, I presume?" Jennifer said weakly."That's right," she said."How much did he tell you?" Jennifer asked."Enough." Oh God, I hurt everywhere. What the hell happened?" You had an unfortunate encounter with a brick wall," Matt's mom said. "He hasn't left your side all night, you know."Jennifer smiled. "He's a good guy." Yes, he is. We were debating over taking you to the hospital. We still can," Mrs. Peterson said."Well, let's see something first. This should help. Final score, game over,". Turning his head, he saw a naked woman on the other side of the bed. Noticing he was naked as well, he concluded that they must have had sex the previous night, though he couldn’t remember it at all. The woman opened her eyes. ‘Good morning!’ ‘Oh, hello.’ Charlie said in reply. ‘Last night was one of the best nights of my life. We should definitely do it again.’ This girl was about to get disappointed. ‘On the contrary, I don’t remember it at all, really.’ ‘Ha ha, you forgot? Really? I’m sure.