.. " I can't... I mean, we can't... We're already late for school." Linda, I'm asking you a simple favor... Leave now. It won't take long." No," Linda...said, shaking her head and folding her arms."Linda, you're trying my patience. Leave, this moment, NOW."Linda stared at her father whose long, strong arm was pointing at the doorway. Although her father's rage scared her, Linda stood her ground and once more said no. He lunged toward Linda, his hand still raised."Go ahead. Hit me... if that makes. I park my car with eager anticipation and get out. I have to control my breathing and my anxiety walking to through the parking lot to the hotel lobby.I walk in and find the elevator. I press the up button and count the seconds as the slow elevator returns to the ground floor.The door opens and I have to again control myself not to jump into it. I waited for three passengers I had never seen before, disembark the elevator before I alone get in to ascend.My heart pounds as I feel each foot of. With speed that would make any woman in a similar compromising situation, she pulls the sweater back over her head and navigates it down around the loosened edges of her blouse. By the time the stranger—a young man maybe only a couple years older than her— saunters past the alley end, all that is left is for her to straighten out the hemline and free her ponytail from the collar.They both flash the man a polite smile and a nod. The quizzical look he returns reveals that he is suspicious about. The sex was incredible, the people were awesome and, if they healed inhumanly fast, well fine. As he looked at the chair though, he saw that he'd have to re-enforce some of the furniture that he'd made for Ken."Annette came to me the other day and asked if it was OK if she became a Pagan," Gary chuckled. "At first, I wondered why she wanted to join a motorcycle gang, but then realized that it was the religion thing she'd been talking to Arianwen about." Does that upset you?" asked Ken."Nope..