I’m Hans and I’ll be driving you today. Once I verify your identification, we can depart at your convenience.”Charles handed him the fake passpo...rts asking “Hans huh?”The man, a pretty decent judge of character, smiled and replied “the name came with the suit, the car, and the job. Company says it’s more stately than Jerome.” Handing the passport back Hans asked “Is there any more luggage sir?”Charles told him “just these six and a carry on. I’ll get the Mrs. and we’ll be ready to leave.”Hans. "Who's that?" she asked Anne."Scarlet. The song's 'Independent Love Song, ' it's one of Stan's albums. They were a duo from the late nineties, I think. I remembered this song."You might say this was another boring love songTo be together and forever be trueAnd so today it's much the same as it was then I'm doing it a different wayI'm doing it a different wayDenise sat next to Anne on the sofa, and they both kicked off their shoes as the chorus came:I'll show you how to take meGo down go downAnd. “You did not!” she said, her eyes wide with mirth.“They were sure Lucas was going to be a girl,” Susan added, reveling in the chance to increase her friend’s discomfort. “It was going to be Melissa and Brandon.”“That is too awesome!” Jill enthused. “Wait until Liz gets the chance to offer that tidbit. Those two will love it!”“They’re friends?” Eric wondered.“Of a sort,” Jill said. “Liz and Melissa are the same age even though Liz has been on the charts a lot longer. Melissa opened some shows. It’s a fucking woman. We make decisions.”“Ish...” Nisha frowned.“Not anymore,” Jess said, morosely.“What the fuck!” Ike shot eyes around the table.“Oh, dude,” I said. “You don’t know what’s going on?”“I know you flashed your dick around to everyone and somehow it was the right play,” Felix said.“Yeah, dick pics should be like relationship coffin nails,” Ike said. I had never seen such a hurt and angry scowl on his face. I felt bad. But ... I mean ... Celeste wasn’t Raylea. He was what? One date.