My drink was fruity but not too sweet. If given the opportunity I'm pretty certain I wouldn't have ordered it. But it has a pleasant taste and it's re...reshing. I'd probably have enjoyed one of my usual drinks more. I can get by on these for one night, though.I sat back and took a moment to contemplate the women in our group. These aren't like any other women I've known in my life. And I don't say that because they're all so beautiful, though they are all very beautiful. They're different. " And who," said Albert with a forced smile, "is to marry Mademoiselle Danglars instead of me, which grieves me cruelly." What? Cavalcanti is going to marry Mademoiselle Danglars?" asked Beauchamp."Certainly; do you come from the end of the world?" said Monte Cristo; "you, a journalist, the husband of renown? It is the talk of all Paris." And you, count, have made this match?" asked Beauchamp."I? Silence, purveyor of gossip, do not spread that report. I make a match? No, you do not know me; I. I had no idea or energy to try anddeal with her right now and whatever revenge she had in store for me."Beth, are you okay?" was what she said to me. All I could do was simplyrest my head on her shoulder and cry for what seemed like a really longtime.I truly felt like I was teetering on the edge of a knife, with any slightmovement whisking me away to life as a man again or life as a woman forall of eternity. Again I was feeling so vulnerable and unsure of mosteverything. Most of all, I was. Sobbing gently, she tried to steady herself, realizing that she was swaying gently on her toes. "Thank you, love," Mike grinned at her. "I'd been looking forward to that ever since you called." He gestured to his partner, "You're up then, Jim."Linda watched with foreboding as she saw the second man push off from the wall he'd been leaning on and run his fingers over several of the assorted instruments on the table. Taking his time, he selected a cane and swished it through the air a few times,.