The whores on the left and right were visited by a strange guy who asked how things stand. This one gave me a strange awkward look. I glimpsed briefly...at my expensive wristwatch. It was already 19 o'clock 30 min. I wanted to wait maximally for one more hour. Thereafter, I would probably move into a hotel room and go to sleep. That would again make a hole into my monthly budget. My legs were slowly tired from standing. A passenger car stopped at the height of the dark woman to my left and after. That led him to where he was now, a deputy, working for his father, who was the county sheriff.Mark looked at his watch to see that two hours had past as he daydreamed. It was time for him to head over to another part of the county where there were several bars that would be closing soon.Just as he was about to pull out onto the highway he felt an almost overwhelming sensation of happiness. It surprised him that it was so strong. He was sure some kids were going to come racing around the bend. As they passed through town, the people, farmers primarily, stared in awe and fright at them. Their cloaks and the man's staff revealed them right away as magicians of various disciplines. The company paid no mind to the stares, since they were used to it by now. They had been traveling for over a year, after all, and had been through most of the towns on the continent. Morens was not the first town to greet them this way, and they had no reason to suspect it would be the last. The four entered. Chauncey backed out and before long, they were heading to Orlando. ‘That’s a special woman, if you don’t mind me saying so.’ ‘No, I don’t mind.’ Gale watched the scenery speed by. ‘You’re absolutely right.’ It was then that he remembered the envelope that she’d slipped to him. Don’t read it until you’re on the plane. He couldn’t wait. He ripped the flap open and pulled the sheaf of paper out, quickly reading the words she’d written. ‘Chauncey, turn around.’ ‘What?’ ‘I said, turn around.’ ‘But.