" That was my cue, I shuffled across to the driver's seat. I watched as the girl locked the shop behind her and then half walked, half ran towards us,...walking round the van to where Harry was standing by the pump. I just heard a muffled squeak, a thump and the sound of the rear doors opening and closing. Then there was a slap on the other side of the panel behind my back and Harry's voice calling, "Go!"I drove off, slowly and carefully as we'd agreed. We'd gone about five miles I guess when. For dinner they used the Verandah Grill; available to certain passengers to enjoy sunsets over the stern and making evening meals so civilised and glamorous with the baby-grand tinkling along to couples on the tiny dance-floor.Since those early days of dancing to the radio at home they now danced well together. Their smooch was sensual with a feel for the music; which onlookers often enjoyed. They loved being on a dance-floor.That’s where they’d literally bumped into another couple smooching;. . adapted. I'm not proud to admit it, but I am... only human. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Ready to go?" I asked her while she put her seatbelt on. "Let's roll," she said catching her breath, her petite, youthful frame shivering off the morning's chill. "I'll need you to navigate since I've never been where we're headed," I said pulling onto the road. "You can count on me," she answered, mustering a resolute expression and pairing it. Both blond and blue-eyed, Gabriel looked like no one in his family. His eyes rose to the mirror before him. His complexion was dark, naturally tanned and his hair was like a raven’s wing, jet, almost blue black. His nose was sharp, not snub, his lips full over a squared jaw. His eyes were a startling shade of green surrounded by black lashes that just made them stand out more. Looking back at his fair-faced grandparents, he shook his head, once again wondering if he’d been adopted. Shuffling.