Behind him, with the preternatural awareness still augmenting his senses, he heard the hoof falls of the horse, though with the wind of the day soundi...g in his ears, he should not have. Before him his opponent stood, blood falling from a line cut along his face from his nose over the lip, down a cheek, and over the jaw. The other held his sword at the ready in his right hand."My senses..." his opponent said, blood and spittle flying from his mouth. "I can sense the instrument. It calls to me. I. It's ok. Just go with the flow."Left to my own devices I stood close to the wall, with my ass protected, and sipped my rum. I watched people, getting a feel for was really going on. People were certainly getting a "feel" for one another. I couldn't say it was done without tact. For the most part someone would greet someone they knew and their free hand would cruise over the backside next to them in a petting gesture. It seemed to stop there and the conversations would continue. Discretely, I. This time, as you can imagine, I placed my hand almost entirely on her breast. Bethany just smiled as we pulled up to the pump, Brianna came alive in the back seat and wondered if we had reached their home yet. We had to tell her, sorry we’re stopping for gas and we have another hour and 25 minutes left. I’m most certain that Bethany was looking forward to our last segment of the drive and she was likely hoping that Brianna would fall back to sleep. We finished our gas station stop and. The waitress came up to start clearing the table. "Are they coming back?" No, they're gone." I said, Thank God, under my breath."How come you did not go with them?" I didn't want to. Uh, you saw what they were like." I said with a tone of apology."Oh that is ok. Many men come in after working all week. I understand. It is the beer. Please, it does not bother me." She started clearing the bottles and glasses."Thank you for understanding. But we are guests in your country. I would hope we could.