I was 5'9" and 175lbs. I had brown hair and blueeyes which made me stand out enough to most women to get laid prettyeasy.I had a number of scars from ...njuries over the years but all in alli was in pretty good shape.A knock on my door broke me from my day dreaming. I pulled on my robe andanswered the door. Standing there was a man i had never seen before. Hewas around my height, maybe 30 years old, clean shaven with light brownhair and a strong jaw. He was dressed in a business suit. I. Even without Marie's room number, I would have found her just by following the trail of notes from her cello through the labyrinth of impossibly dark and narrow corridors. She plays an old rock melody--Springsteen's "Jungle Land"--but with her own distinctive Jazz inflection. I can almost hear my flute picking up the melody line and reeling it back to her, the way we did across the courtyard a few hours earlier.Not that it takes much to excite me in the first place, but the exotic. "The prosecution calls Mark MacGhee," said MacMillan.Kenny wasn't surprised by this. He had been expecting it as a way of bringing his e-mail into play.Mark was taken through the formalities and then advocate MacMillan moved in take him through his evidence."M'lord, I wish to introduce into evidence this e-mail which came from Mr MacGovern to Mr MacGhee."The judge nodded and the exhibit was placed on the table in front of the bench."Mr MacGhee, this e-mail is definitely from the accused?"Mark. Apparently they've pulled a switch on her. It must be a tribute to her, which means this really is her last concert." ... so it's back to the music," Fionna was saying. "Can I assume you all know our set list for tonight?"The guitar player just smiled and started playing. Once again, Ken's attention was stolen by the music. And once stolen, it wasn't returned for the entire concert, as they didn't take a break. All the musicians were just amazing, but Fionna held the center stage and the music.