It felt like a first impression all over again and even a year later I was still amazed that our relationship had turned out the way it did. Could I r...epeat that same kind of success again? I guess I’d just have to wait and see. I stepped onto the jet way and walked towards the arrivals area where I knew she’d be waiting. I stopped in the bathroom for a second just to make sure I looked presentable or at least as presentable as I could be after a 7 hour flight. I continued to walk towards the. Doesn’t matter to me much though anyone is really welcome to our little gang. Finally Mark and Kris arrive busting through the basement door into my room. They both had huge grins on their faces so we took that as a good sign being that the last three times we had tried to score pot we failed. Mark and Kris were brother and sister, though if you didn’t know them you would never be able to tell. Mark was basically a good kid though he tended to play stupid pranks on people from time to time but. After all it was only a game and she didn't need the money anyway - not a resourceful girl like her.All day, this thought had been building up. She was capable of making her own way in life. Even if she somehow jumped through all the hoops and cleared all the hurdles this man had put in her path, it was the journey that was important to her now and not the destination, which had imperceptibly retreated into irrelevance as the day had progressed. She would still take his money alright, but she. I wiped my long knife on the squirming man, stood after taking a couple of purses and asked the women if they were all right. They both nodded and gulped as they got to their feet. About then the tavern girl returned, her face scratched but otherwise unharmed.The dark-haired woman found her tongue first. "Our driver is out there," she gestured broadly, "would you see to him?" She clutched her torn dress to her ample bosom while her maid stood gape-jawed.In front of the tavern I found a light.