I didn’t mind because I enjoyed listening to her, and today was no different. We got to school and headed our separate ways to our lockers. Mine was... near my first class so I just threw my coat and stuff into it and sauntered over to the door way. I almost made it before my best friend Steve jumped on my back and started to choke me. I gasped for air for a bit and almost fell over before he let go. “I’m like a ninja!” He loudly exclaimed. “you good bro?”I raised a hand for a high five and he. As I passed the second floor, a girl entered the stairway going down to the first floor.It was the pretty clerk at the front desk when we checked in.“Hello, Mr. Brown. Are you satisfied with your room?”I hastily assured the young woman that we were quite comfortable with the suite, and she smiled showing me her sexy gap and the pinkness of her wet tongue.“My only regret is that there is not much of a view but then much of the city is still suffering from power outages due to the recent earth. That, and the giggles from her friends, was sufficient to deter him from crossing the street in any hope of a reconciliation. As much to avoid the group as anything else, he stepped into the small junk shop down near the lighthouse. He’d picked up a few props there in the past. He’d even found a very dog-eared 1857, first edition of ?The Magician’s Own Book? even though he hadn’t been able to find the $100 they’d wanted for it. The shop’s owner nodded as Gregg peered into the dark piles of. And if I miss it I'll have two bally hours to wait. So step on it!"The crusty baronet was only half-seated when the taxi lurched forward, causing him to be thrown across the back seat in a heap. "Traffic's terrible today, mate. Reckon you might not catch your train." 'Guv' and 'mate' were terms the aristocrat abhorred. Why couldn't the lower orders address their superiors as 'Sir', as still happened in the army?It was almost 5 o'clock when the taxi finally deposited the agitated old gentleman.