The bus started moving, and my favorite thing to do while riding the bus was to just stare out the window and watch the world go by. I'd watch the tre...s zoom by and the pavement running underneath the bus... it was peaceful except for the noise of the people on the bus, i could hear conversations. " hey becky i saw kenny chesney at a concert last week and damnit girl he was looking gooood!!" i heard a girl saying.personally i like my heavy metal, my favorite band is killswitch."psst hey anthony. ”Alice nodded “Let's just take it slowly and see how things develop shall we.” A similar conversation was also being held that same morning between Michael and Lucy.Michael and Lucy talked about it in bed, both agreed that it had been a blast and that they definitely wanted to attend future parties.“What do you want to do at the next party then?” asked Michael propping himself up on his elbows to look into Lucy’s eyes.“Charles” was Lucy’s quick reply.“What?” asked Michael“Charles, you asked me. "There was something cold about the way she smiled at me. Sure, it was polite—but it felt deliberately polite. As if she wanted me to know that it required actual effort for her to be nice to me.Regardless of her frosty personality, there was no denying that the woman was a knockout. Tall, slim, immaculately dressed in a tight pencil skirt that showed off long, exquisitely toned legs. And—because Claire had apparently won the proverbial Puberty Super Lotto—she was top-heavy as well, filling out. After the long flight, Marta and I were both a little jet-lagged, but the next day we woke ready for what was the primary reason for us being there in the first place!Omar had my number and we texted back and forth upon arriving to let him know we'd gotten there just fine, and that we would see him the next day. Then we took the resort shuttle and had a chance to relax. That night I didn't sleep all that well, and I'm not entirely sure that Marta did, either. I tossed and turned quite a bit.