<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Constance Meadows</span></span><br/>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br/>Tags: All<br/><br/>With a grateful but exhausted, "Thank you," Constance took the keys and distributed them to the other two. She then led them to the elevator, rolling her suitcase behind her, and headed up to the suite...<br/><br/>(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/P1010052_zpsdeb12d6e.jpg)<br/><br/>Which was, all things considered, nothing to snort at. The beds were large and comfortable, both rooms had immense flatscreen TV's, the nightstands were decorated with flowers, and there were even mints on the pillows.<br/><br/>And there was a fully stocked bar, just as Isabelle had promised - comped for their trouble. Pulling a bottle of 2013 Alamos Chardonnay and three glasses, she noted, "I don't know about you two, but I really need a drink right now."<br/><br/><em>That</em>was an understatement.<br/><br/>