Zane woke early the next morning and worked on tuning the car and when he was satisfied he came inside. He made breakfast of cereal and milk, with a cup of coffee. He ate breakfast eager to start the expedition. He went and cleaned his dishes. Then went up and stripped, putting everything in the hamper. He then showered, washed, rinsed, then dried off. He brushed his teeth and brushed his hair.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hola.com%2Fimagenes%2Fbiografias%2Fdavid-gandy%2F92267-david-gandy-fiesta-londres1.jpg&amp;hash=8dd434d7de8a7c5a5d769c04bfd87e50" href="http://www.hola.com/imagenes/biografias/david-gandy/92267-david-gandy-fiesta-londres1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dressing</a>in a white shirt and sweater, along with some matching slacks. He had his boots on for the expedition. He got his wallet and keys. Walking downstairs, he then took the suitcases and put them in the boot of the car. He got in and started the engine, it was a nice clean air day, the sun shining and a breeze coming from the ocean. He pulled out and headed to Blane's dorm. This would be a grand adventure for the both of them. The wind whistled as the window was down and it blew his hair, He didn't mind he lived for this kind of adventure. He pulled up just a little bit before 8 and he checked his pocket watch and saw that he was early. He parked, put the hand brake on and shut the engine off. He was glad he had picked up gas yesterday and knew this was going to be quite the journey. He pulled the map out and he was glad that he could do 30 mph in his car it would be close to 12 hours driving to get to Prospect.<br/><br/>He put the map away and saw Blaine come out. She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She was an adult I suppose, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an dancer. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. He came over and helped with her luggage and put it in the back. He arranged it all so it would fit. "Ready for some adventure Blaine, I think this will be something we might both find very exciting and invigorating.<br/><br/>He glanced up as they got in. Her eyes were the glimmering color of pools of chocolate, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. When she turned her head, this way and that, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed 'spring.' And when she lifted her pale face to the sky, emerald shifted into the color of deep ocean shimmering in the moonlight. He shook his head as they both got in and he started the car and took the brake off.  He put it in drive as they headed to the highway and there destination. As the car engine sung to the lone country roads, Zane relished the roaring winds that breezed in his dark hair and whistled in his ears. He smiled as they miles piled up by the hour. Though going 30 mph they were making good time and the traffic was not something they had to worry about on this Sunday, most were in church this Sunday. The New Englanders as a bunch were church goers, which allowed Blaine and Zane to make great time as they drove its highways.<br/><br/>About 4 hours in they stopped in Hudson Massachusetts. They stretched the legs, got gas and then stopped at the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.oldschoolhousepubandrestaurant.com%2Frestaurant.html&amp;hash=d29cd23a498b879e9ed4f9a5e841df03" href="http://www.oldschoolhousepubandrestaurant.com/restaurant.html" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">School House Pub</a>. They parked and walked in and were shone to a booth by the waiter. The waiter smiled at Blaine. 'Can I get you all something to drink while you look at the menu?' "Blaine, my treat, pick whatever you like. A coffee for me please." He then looked at the menu while waiting on Blaine to make a determination what she wanted to drink. He heard the waiter speak in a definitive Massachusetts drawl. The professor smiled, looking at the menu. "I think a fish and chips, hoping they taste good, what are you going to get to eat Blaine?"