We looked around and immediately spotted Jon sitting by himself slowly drinking a pint of lager. He had described himself down to the last ‘t’. Ab...out 6’0’’, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, short hair, and black (of Caribbean descent). We went over and introduced ourselves. ‘Hi! I’m Lisa and this is Martin’. Formalities over with I sat down next to Jon, and Martin went to the bar to get a fresh round of drinks. We spent the next half an hour just chatting about nothing in particular – Just getting. It means “Dark Master” or “Dark Lord.” I was always just a little afraid of Herr Dunkler, now I’m even more so.The front side of all the signs say “Ye Olde Water Faire” in old English font. I guess he wants to make people think he’s been around for a really long time or that maybe they are stepping back into the Middle Ages when they come here. Someone should tell him that linguistic scholars have found out that all that “Ye Olde” stuff is just a big mistake. Evidently there used to be a single. His legs had just cleared the window when a crack like a rifle shot filled the silence. The car lurched and Kris scrambled away from it as it began sinking through the ice. Water rushed up onto the ice he was scrambling across and soaked his pants and side. He reached for a branch and pulled himself onto the snow-covered shore.The only light was from the headlight, which suddenly went out, leaving him in darkness. He knew he had rolled down. It was freezing. He was tempted to just sit down and. Oh she had never felt anything like that; it was like a bolt of lightning shooting through her body. She gave a low "Ohhhhhh" and instead of pushing his head away she just grabbed a handful of hair in a tight grip.The sudden tensing of her legs, the tight grip of his hair and that low guttural groan told Will that she must like what he did, so he did it again and once again her muscles jerked and a muffled "ummmph" was drawn from her. He could feel the extra moisture on his chin that was lying.