The laughing starts back up . The van quickly slams into reverse as the doors open and hands manhandle me as I'm pulled out and thrown down face first...on something soft and wet.I feel something cold and sharp against my skin as I hear the ripping of my shirt and then up both pants legs . Cold air runs up my skin . I feel someone grabbing at my cut short and pulling it till it is ripped off . Then the same is don't to my jeans . They notice the pink satin lace thing panties and bra I'm wears .". ."The fresh potholes on Route 3 competed with the uneven repairs of previous potholes. The highway looked more like a sea of potholes than a highway to Brendan. The roadway confirmed for him that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. There was that sentiment and then there was the fact that the bumps felt like kicks to his kidneys. Nearing home, Paul and Brendan drove past the Meadowlands Complex on their left with its three distinct stadiums."Hey, you go to games at the. Real tasty. I’d like to try it with crushed berries and honey.We found the trail across the two track road south to be hidden by some deadfalls. It was the brushed out road that let us know there was a hideout up against the easterly canyon walls ... that and the bandits we took out last night hadn’t pulled the deadfalls off the road.“I’ll bet they were going to block the trail when they finished us off,” said Timm. “Wanna go see?”She answered for me by heading for the cliff.“Slow from here. After the expected interrogation into Quinlan's last hours, the king decided that the best way to honour Quinlan was to create an order of knights that celebrated his ideals, and he offered to make Anarion its founding member.For reasons he did not reveal to me, Anarion refused and the king proved his magnanimity by amending his offer to be that of a Knight Errant. Anarion accepted and was knighted on the spot. Once accepting his position, he was given a letter addressed to Quinlan (obviously.