I went downstairs and found Cindi, Kimmy, and Keri.“You’re alive?” Cindi smirked.“Of course!” I grinned, then leaned close to whisper in her...ear. “I TOLD you you’d be no match for me!”She laughed softly, and her eyes twinkled, then we went into the ballroom to take our places. I surveyed the room and was ecstatic to see so many people, both familiar and new. Ben Jackson shook my hand, and I sat down, with Cindi to my right, and Julia to her right. Ben called the meeting to order promptly at. I remembered seeing the girl a couple of times and had not considered her a threat. Apparently, a hidden diary had come into her possession that mentioned an A. Patel as being an agent of the Pakistani Intelligence Service. I had unfortunately not attempted to hide my name because it helped to cast off suspicion. Now, it was an albatross around my neck and I needed some way of changing identities without being scooped up as an operational terrorist. She gave me the final documents which I. "Help me up."Mark stood and held out his right hand. She took it and helped him help her stand. "Babe, I'm really getting better. My muscles have begun to come back a little. I'll never have what I had before, but I'll at least be able to run and swim again." Honey, you may never be able to compete again, but I don't mind. You are no longer the arrogant, self-centered jerk you were when we first met. I don't know what I ever saw in you."Dead pan, he told her, "I was handsome, built better than. He had light stubble on his chin which was kind of sexy I thought. The bus started moving and we were on our way to California where the first show took place. It had been about four hours and me, Alex, Myca, and Jordon were all watching TV. Alex had requested we make a pit stop to a resturant as we were all pretty hungry. We went to Ruby Tuesdays and sat at a booth for four. Alex sat with me across from Myca and I sat across from Jordon. "So Jordon how old are you?" I asked him. He looked up.