his evening meal, and then when we had finished and everything had been cleared

made me gulp, so sitting back and trying to ignore him, I decided that watching a film was a better option t

ams International Airport, and I would be relieved to get there. It had been a day and a half, and this

out into the aisle and open

sked, pulling it out and

ied, wondering what

a mugger

t out for you

ike a teddy bear. It had all of my important things in that bag, and I did

nd then set off to presuma

ay from me, I did a mental sigh of relief at keeping my bag with me

opped my suitcase, and all of my clothes were lost in transit somewhere unknown. I'd already had t

on the conveyor belt, and the relief washed over me to

ging it about again didn't leave me feeling wonderful. Dumping it on the floor nex

ure I was utilising the two wheels on the back of it, I

wn on me, without a suit

her he was stalking me now. Maybe m

tcase up in his strong hand, and looking like it was

e. Looking around, this wasn't the way I was supposed to be going and seeing the queue for the

in his tracks and acting like

I pointed out, gesturing toward the reams of weary people, wait

e not telepathic." He chuckled, set

confusion swep

at the same hotel as me, so I thoug

wondered, totally missing t

a strange place, and getting in his car with him. It did

y case again as I finally snapped back from the

but I'll get the bus." I tried to sound calm about the situation,

," the could-be weirdo

ing to back away as fast as I coul

e sure. I may s

ranger I didn't kn

ue for the bus. The passengers were starting to scramble on board, and I was thinking about how much

hat it was humid and stuffy on the bus, and even in the bright hue of the afternoon sunshine, with other people around me and the

I would get in a car with a man that I barely knew? Then again, why was he willing to

ples and were sat all loved up with each other. Maybe a death-ride with a total stranger wou

ully serene scenes to behold, and that was better to look at, than bumm

journey. I was weary in more ways than one, and after such an eventful day

that I'd ever seen. The pictures of the place when I had viewed them in the brochure, did not do this place justice. With crisp marble floors, bea

g something along the lines of 'lavish', but this was on another level. With opulent furnishings, and huge, floor-length, arched windows dra

all thoughts of a wedding. On the bed was a tray, filled with all sorts of sweet treats,

s folded into swans. Propping myself on the bed and scooping some of the rose petals into my hand, I watched as

adn't had enough time to heal, and flopping back onto the bed and feeling the tray shake next to me, I didn't fee

t of when he had started to cheat on me. Then I remembered the time he had come home late, stinking of

was such a g

liked to trust people. Let's face it, if I was going