As it was, there wasn’t any reason for her to do so and the remorse just stayed hidden, festering, eating away at her. The road to hell, they say, i... paved with good intentions and this seemed to be the case. Who’s to say how things would have worked out, for better or worse? We’ll never know, for fate was about to intervene once more. Again, it would be in its own uniquely pitiless manner.A hotel is a twenty-four hour, seven days a week operation. Working in one isn’t a nine to five Monday to. "My mom called." It's okay. My appetite is back -- I'm starving." Then, let's get you some chow."He handed her a tray and took one for himself. Then, he picked items from the buffet and filled a glass from the soda machine. Sharon stood behind him in the checkout line. He presented his meal card and then headed for an empty table.Sharon sat across from him, her tray loaded with food. "Don't make yourself sick again," he said."Oh, I won't. I am so hungry, though." She picked up a fork. "This is. Smooth face, with laughter-lines, straight nose, generous mouth. Wide-set, dark blue, eyes. Fitted, worn, blue jeans and denim jacket over dark blue t-shirt.I put down the helmet I was about to put on, took the key out of the ignition and unzipped my jacket – worn soft, black leather – slipped the small rucksack off my back. "Hi," I said, "Ted Burgess."She took my hand and shook it firmly, her hand smooth, dry and slightly calloused. "Nita Tomlinson," she responded. "Sorry to delay you." No. I am a man. I am strong.’ I looked at her 5’4′, 115 pound frame. ‘Do you want to see super powers from a super man?’ I raised my arm and flexed my bicep. Proud of the strength of my body and the muscles that I possessed, if anyone was super powerful, it was me, not her. Unrelenting and confident in her abilities, she stood her ground, smiled, and felt the hardness of my muscle. ‘Yes, you are a man and with your hard body, you should be stronger than me but you are not.’ She stood back and gave.