Will be there in about an hour."The journey over was filled with more doubt. It was only when I remembered the excitement of the last time with Rob th...at I kept going. When I arrived at the hotel I wondered how I was going to find out which room we were in. Did I just brazen it out and walk up to the desk and ask for his room number? What if they questioned me as to who I was? Did I say I was his wife? If I said yes would they notice I was lying? When Steve and I went to hotels it was easy. He had help coming. Professional help this time, and he wouldn’t have to worry about Joe and Jack fucking things up again. He was going to get revenge on that Steven Randall and get that money for himself. From what he’d overheard, there may be no one left who knew about the money but him.Earlier, back at Steve’s cabin... “Steve, I want to thank you for putting up the earnest money earlier. After this is all over, I want to get the papers signed and get that place of Ms. Maudie’s in our names. ”“I think you’re onto something, sweetheart.”“How about if I get on you?” she asked. “And ride. Forty-seven.” Desi kept counting down the days until she turns sixteen.Not to belittle high school, but that pretty much set the tone for the next week. High school, dating, running—they all are like I’m told war is: Moments of abject terror followed by days or weeks of incessant boredom. The routine of the day didn’t allow for huge amounts of flexibility. Up at five to meet Nanette and go running.. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This is a Parody.This story follows the character of Max Guevara (Jessica Alba) from the canceled TV show 'Dark Angel' Inspired by the German language story 'Dark Angel' started by MACC which you can find on Chyoo.--Seattle, Washington. 1:00amWind tore through Max's hair as she rode her motorcycle through downtown Seattle. She accelerated, pushing the bike faster, the skyscrapers that towered above her turning into little more than blurs.