On the morning of my eighteenth birthday Mr.Martin told me that in appreciation of my" hard work" he was giving me the afternoon off and that Amy was ...taking me to lunch. It later turned out that my hard work was not all that he appreciatedAs Amy and I left there was a chorus of Happy birthdays. When we got to the street I asked "where are we going?" Hotel California."I didn't care that much for their lunch menu but since it was a free lunch I didn't say anythingWhen we passed the restaraunt I. Where do you want to meet?" I can walk down to the front gate. I'll be wearing a green shirt, and probably the only student there." I can be there in fifteen minutes, and we can talk."She pulled up fifteen minutes later in a Toyota Corolla. When I got in, she pulled away, and drove a mile to the parking lot of a local grocery store. She looked in her mirrors a lot, but I was fine with that. I always say, better safe than sorry. When she stopped, she shook my hand, and said, "Nice to meet you. In the center of the gyrating torrent of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While. ”“Why do you talk like that?”“I’m practically engaged to an 18 year old English major,” Jill said, “And I read a whole lot of old books. I’m sorry for that.”“Don’t be,” Jessica said, “It just makes you seem cold and distant, when I need more warmth, I think.”“You have some powerful friends, Jessica,” Jill said, giving her a hug, “It will all work out well in the end, ok?”“Ok,” Jessica said, more doubtful than one would hope.October 12th, 1995, 11 AM CT, David’s House, Malvern, ArkansasSargent.