Cletus told them that he had not seen anything to help them, but would join them if they wished. They were glad to have him, one more warrior could co...e in very handy. They signed that they were one of four scouting parties looking for the attackers, but they didn't know who, specifically, they were looking for.They rode until dark without finding any sign of the attackers, so the decision was made to camp where they were and return to the murdered camp in the morning. They were off at daybreak. He was a typical sixteen-year-old boy without a clue about college, career, or tomorrow. He was a happy-go-lucky adolescent who makes friends easily and charmed everyone with his unusually good looks and broad smile. Kyle ran, swims, plays tennis, and does yoga—all of which kept his athletic frame well proportioned and toned. His blond hair and new perpetual tan made him look more like a native than a transplant to Waterbury Hills. As self-assured as he may have appeared, Kyle was still. “And it hasn’t escaped my notice that you try to be discreet. When you eye me up during lectures, I mean.” I thought it better not to say a word, for fear of digging myself deeper into a hole. “Would you say you’re a discreet kind of person, Martin?”I think I frowned. I didn’t understand the situation at all. I didn’t understand the Professor. I had no idea where any of this was going. Looking up I saw that one of the Professor’s nails was scratching the surface of red nylon below the hem of. I will get both for us.” He got up.“If it’s not much trouble to you, then please have it iced for me.” “Sure. No problem.” Rob walked towards an open bar as Neha watched him. He was very handsome and large man. He was about 32 and he had a very dashing style of walking. She knew that he was a divorcee and lived alone. But till now she had never felt any kind of attraction towards him even though she had seen lots of pictures of him. But now that she was actually talking to him and seeing him in.