She smelled of sweat, of smoke, of that strange spice that had been added to the roasted potatoes. He wished they were alone. Just the two of them, fr...e of all responsibility. Free to just be with each other."I'm sorry," she said, quietly. Felek squeezed her."For what?" Tricking you."He looked at her, surprised."How?" Our night together. At the palace." She didn't meet his gaze. "I lied to you." About what?" He had no idea where this was going."I ... I told you it was safe. I lied."Safe? Felek. Growing up in the suburbs, I had been a Boy Scout and still enjoyed camping, hiking and rafting on occasion but rarely had anyone with whom to go. I was always proud to be seen with a hottie on my arm in public, but in private the relationships would eventually get stale. In the end I had always gotten bored and surly, and one or the other of us had broken things off before long."In fact," he waved grandly around the bar, "I could have any of these women right here, right now, with no effort at. ’ she informs him. Not sure whether to try the eggs or not, he finally sighs, closes his eyes, and takes a small bite. *** ‘Has anyone seen or heard from Max since yesterday?’ the Boss asks of those around him. Everyone at just about the same time replies ‘Not me Boss.’ ‘Haven’t seen ’em in a couple day’s Boss.’, ‘Me neither Boss.’ or some other fashion of not seeing Max. ‘Well he’s been missing for almost a whole day don’t you think someone should go look for him? Stan, go look for Max, he. Stay here, he mumbled to Jessica, knowing she did not even have the strength to undo her seatbelt. Rich shut his door, and began walking towards the van. He watched as the driver got out of the van, and walked towards him. The man was slightly taller than him, and lanky. He had a strawberry blond beard that he clearly kept well groomed. He had long hair that was pulled back into a braid, that trailed down his back. He wore blue jeans, and a stained grey shirt that had the logo of some.