The province itself was covered with small farms, fruit orchards, and villages, all connected by a maze of service roads and paths. If the vehicle man...ged to get into that area, finding it would be almost impossible, and there would be numerous escape routes from which the foreigners could choose. Fortunately for the Prime Minister, the Grand Duke liked motorcycles and had several expensive ones stored in the garage of the Royal Residence. Vladik and his partner knew how to ride, so they were. Now we gotta carry 'em to jail, 'stead of them walking on their own." I'm sorry, Marshal Johnson, I must have lost my head! They jus' poked me with them damn cudgels too fuckin' much this evenin'." That's OK, Mr. Smith. We'll manage. Kin you git home by yourself, or do you need help?" No, I think that I've walked 'bout all I kin manage this night. Please use this dime to send somebody for my stable boy to bring my carriage around. I'll jus' sit here 'til he shows up." I'll do that, Mr. Smith.. He looked completely lost.She cleared her throat. "I feel as if I've been hit by a train, but you look as if you've seen a ghost." I feel as if I am a ghost."Cindy smiled and tried to get Jim to smile back. "A friendly ghost? Can I call you Casper?"Jim just shook his head. "Cindy, are you real? Am I real?" Sorry... Jim, what's up?" I... I can't talk about it..." ... Okay..." Cindy sat up on the bed and pushed Jim into a straight prone position. He allowed his body to be moved without comment,. And when I say somewhat, we both decided that if what made us feel so much like shit, actually made us feel so much like shit, well then maybe the laws of the universe might dictate that that it might make us feel better if we partook of more.After several trips back to the room for drinks and to cool off, she said, "If I even suspect that they told their friends and I somehow get targeted as the easy motel slut, we're out of here." That was the absolute first mention of it, but I had been.