.. being with people, without having to live up to anyone's expectations or be the life of the party. That's what's good about Marcus, see, just takin... it easy and still being liked. And Hope, too..." Well, at least it ended well, then." Elspeth managed, nudging the other two as they stared."Yeah..." Briana managed. "If... well, Marcus and Hope can always go out another night, right?" Oh, you know, I think he actually likes her. He could really have had a chance there, could really have found. From there they would turn west and continue directly to Sardaford. Fewer vagabonds and bandits traveled the southern road because there were fewer places to hide along the mostly flat plateau.On their third day out, Stefan awoke to Gregor's rambling curses. The sun had yet to tip the horizon, and Gregor's string of babbling anger grated against the symphony of bird calls that echoed across the flat land. Stefan grunted in dismay. The blond guardsman was standing to the side trying to take a. It was over two hours and three beers later when Rodrigo returned to the bar.Rodrigo handed me my room key card and remarked. “If your mother ever decides to marry again, he will be one fortunate man.”The only response I could come up with was “Thank you.”Rodrigo nodded and said, “Buenas Noches,” and left the bar.I didn’t even bother waiting for the elevator. I ran up the six flights to our room.When I came into the room, I could hear the shower going. I took in the evidence of my mother’s. The cabbie was spent though, she could tell right away. Fuck, why couldn't some young stud have been driving? The go-all-night, ten-inch dick sort?She ordered him back on the road as soon as she climbed off him. * * *They made good time. When the cab reached the outskirts of where she needed to go, she ordered the driver to pull over."This'll do," she told him, and made her exit from the back seat, where she'd stretched out (leaving the busted safety glass on the floor) for the remainder of the.