The show must go on and it did, perfectly. The audience gave a standing ovation. The production was a hit. There was a party for the cast after th...e show. I arranged for quite a spread on the stage after the audience all left. Everyone seemed to be having a great time and I congratulated the actors, all except Ted. He was busy getting compliments and hugs all night so I didn’t get the chance to congratulate him. I decided to wait until the crowd left. The next day was a school night so. “You are sooo awesome, I’m not even kidding.”“So I’ve been told,” I said, grabbing the tire iron that I also keep in my trunk. I stood looking at her for a moment, and something in my expression must have given me away, because her smile faded as if she had just stepped in dog shit.“Oh, fuck!” she started to say, but the tire iron connected with the side of her head before she could get it all out. She immediately collapsed to the pavement. I calmly bent down and picked her up, then laid her. Itlooked VERY pissed off. Baron Goro had VERY strange sense of humor,indeed. It swam on towards the next to last screen. Its tail mimed, ?Iwill get you for this!? ** ** The huge spiral of mauve dragons descended toward the cruelspires of the Goro Castle.?? They werestill desperately fucking. They seemed to be on a quest. The green moon smiled at them. ** ** The blue-white electricity playing over the Princess? cuntresembled swarms of jerky spermatozoa. The constant thick drool slowly. "There are no roads here, other thanthe one that led to my house down there, and I didn't see you on it? Icame up here for a walk and saw you just lying." No, I walked along from the last headland along there. " I pointedeast. "I've a house along there. Oh, I should introduce myself. I'mGeorge. George Martin." And I'm Ruth Evans."She held out her hand and I took it. It was slim and soft. She wore norings. "Your accent, Miss Jones, I don't think you're from here!" No, I'm Welsh actually. And I.