The Captain might have overhead images of the lay-out of the valley and the caves, but he wasn't the one who would need to cross the open ground in fr...nt of the caves and then try to charge up a steep hill."I don't think it's quite as easy as you're making out, Sir," he replied. "I'd rather avoid casualties if I can avoid it. Isn't that what a good commander thinks about?" A good commander should also be willing to take risks, to be brave and carry out his orders!" Marlon answered back. "Make. And Hoyt, you’re going to put it in all three holes, too. In fact, to make sure that you don’t go limp, here, have some of my blood. You, too, Hayden.“Hoyt, you need to cut the apron strings for good and you need to get over the idea that your virginity is something so special that giving it up must be this grand life experience. It’s just an absence of sexual activity, nothing else. Nothing mystical about it at all,” I gave both of them a little dose of my blood from my wrist.“Thank you for. Dad, of course, had already reached the car to try to grab suitcases or backpacks. I saw him just standing by the open door and went to join him. I pulled out Lissa’s and my backpacks and Melody’s small suitcase. Dad was still looking inside the car.“I should have bought you a bigger car,” he said.“Everything fits, Dad,” I answered.“Yes, but what about your things?” Oh man! The car was packed as full as we could get it with Melody’s things and nothing of mine was in it except the camping. City of a million dreams. The Big Easy. Samantha had roamed the crowded streets of the French Quarter looking for the excitement that she craved. She was looking for something to fill the void left after the break-up. It was hot and steamy and only hours away from July. She scanned the crowds through eggshell blue eyes, a lot of lost souls looking for something similar, a break from everyday life, excitement or a forbidden thrill. It was almost dark and the neon lights were full, the music.