In the car, I asked Trista where we were going and she told me we were heading out shopping. We pulled up to a little strip mall and went into a bouti...ue that upon walking in seemed to specialize in lingerie.As we walked in and were greeted by a very cute clerk who introduced herself as Kim. Naturally, when Kim asked what she could help us with, Trista said that she we were there looking for lingerie, however I think I was more surprised than Kim was when Trista told her we were there for. " Very well. No more than four hours rest here, long-nose. I do not like the delay." The strange, short man trailed off, and seemed, like McAllister, to be considering the source of the sense of urgency.Late in the second day, Sable bespoke McAllister. "McAllister, there is something in a saddlebag that is pinching me."McAllister looked down at the saddlebags. Sable had reduced most of the things within in size, where there were many of the things they gathered in the City of the Light, the. .. and as I said in class, Mioki, you must LIVE what you paint. The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone aroused such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings. I found this great because although the money was only marginally better I had half as many early starts and midnight finishes. My private life was solitary. I no longer felt quite as much guilt but I still felt no desire for female company of any kind. A strange but true thing about the buses are the groupies that congregated around the bus stations. I have no logical explanation for this but it did occur and many drivers were known to take advantage. I can honestly say that I was never.