Damn! A missed meeting.As she shifts on her feet she becomes increasingly aware of the bodies pressing in around her, particularly the one behind, aga...nst whom she has been leaning for 10 minutes... with no complaint. She begins to feel the warmth of his body through her business suit, and, in the close quarters, his cologne wafts to her...a musky, aromatic, male scent...the kind that makes her wonder if it is from a bottle or simply from him.The jostling crowd causes her to lose her grip on. He'd have to be a fool not to respect this woman. When he got to her, he started a barrage of questions. But she held up a hand to silent him."You deserved my curse for your behavior young man. However, I did it to try and avoid what the future had in store for my niece you call Ebony." She paused a moment and looked up at him. Jeff could see this woman's eyes were clear now and shone with intensity. "She was captured by drug dealers after leaving your bed. If you can save her life, I'll. Killing the engine, the lean, slightly muscled 18-year-old boy grinned widely and hopped off the car, excited for his first unsupervised cabin stay. Running a hand through his short, spiky dark-brown hair, Kieran Bishop fixed his gray eyes on the building that housed so many childhood memories."Finally here, everyone! Woohoo!” He exclaimed, punching the air in joy as his friends and relatives began getting out of the vehicle as well.“Shit, I still can’t believe my father let me come,” a rather. Eventually, via him escorting me on my supposed errand to buy a dress, that he paid for, we entered his suite. He told me to sit down a moment while he ordered a “little snifter”.It was a beautiful room with a picture window overlooking the Tyne. You could see the reconstructed Norman castle on the Newcastle side and the converted factory that was now the Baltic Centre for Contemporary art on the Gateshead side. It was bathed in light from behind the hotel so the city looked elegant, industrial.