One of Marcus’ South Carolina teammates joined us too. No one from poor little Delaware joined our table. To the best of my knowledge, my school had...only six players in the NFL – four defensive players considerably older than me who I didn’t know, Joe Flacco and me. Joe did stop by to say hello later that night. He and his wife were sitting with other Baltimore teammates across the room.The food at the banquet wasn’t anything special – chicken in a cream sauce over rice with a steamed vegetable. ”Nick looked up and smiled. “Taking the black is for life, Max.”“Yeah, but seneschal is just for the weekend.” Max went to the counter to grab himself a cup of coffee and a banana. “I gave myself a title while you were gone, by the way.”“Seneschal? I like it. Very SCA.” Nick looked back down at his pad, eyes scanning the text.Max sat across from him. “Reading anything good?”“Paradise Now: The History of American Utopianism,” said Nick.“Work-related, I guess?” Max asked.“Kind of. I’m thinking. Besides, I'm sure I would have remembered meeting such a handsome and successful man." I know for sure that if we met I would have remembered an exquisite creature like you." His light eyes bored into her, stirring her soul and causing her heart to flutter in her chest."Me? Why thank you. I have to say that I have never seen a man make a tux look quite as good as you do this evening, Jeffrey." The words sounded better in her head than they did when she said them. As soon as they were out she. She then went to work on his eyebrows with a darkpencil then lined his eyes in dark eyeliner then added a pale blue shadeof eyeshadow to his eyelids then added a bright red lipstick and lip glossthat matched his nails. After adding false eyelashes and blusher shedusted him off with a compact to soften and smooth his look further. Once done with the rollers Mrs. Foster put a pink net bonnet on Dale thenwent to the dresser and began rummaging. As he waited at the vanity Dalecould feel the tight.