<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Lasair Rowen</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Lasair nodded in agreement to the obvious as she watched the students disburse into the streets all going the same way. She had given as much help as any one teacher could to these students and turned to James who was less then forthcoming with the information. Looking over at her James pondered the reasons he was so unwilling to just tell Lasair  the truth about the separation. Maybe it was unimportant as so much else had been happening today. “Look, me and …my wife, working things out. She’s just out of town the both of them and I just hate cooking for myself, you know that. What better way then to take a vacation and get room service at the same time.”</span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">He gave a grin and a head nod to confirm the area was clearing away from the parking lot. “Well if we’re going Miss. Owen we better get out of here now.” James said heading for the classroom door to wait her lead. “Right…take care you guys and mind the Professor he may be old but he is wise and will take you to my quarters.” Lasair’s legs carried her straight out the classroom doorway past James who hoped she was settled for now about him and his wife. </span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Each raced up the halls and toward the back nearest the staff parking lot. The shoes she wore, any other time, wouldn’t have bother her. But the stiletto’s were high and Lasair hated the nose they made as they ran. Pulling them off her feet, felt the cold marbled like floors beneath her feet as they barreled through the final hall to get to her car. Crashing the back exit found the energy to keep it together and tried making their way to her car. The noise from students echoed like a beehive at her ears as the large crowd continued to head toward Mission Street. Lasair placed her soft leather brief case on the trunk of her car as she checked frantically several pockets for her keys forgetting already where she placed them. After a few long sighs, she found them as they jingled in her hands while placing them into the lock of her trunk. </span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">In went her bag and a quick check for the other bag with her money and emergency equipment. Just before she slammed the hood James reached in, and had taken the javelin sticks, We might need protection no matter who the mob. he said as he  walked around to the passenger side. Slamming the back end close, James raised a brow in response to Lasair’s stress in closing things. Once she clicked a button to release the door locks, they got in finally and hearing the start of the engine meant she was half was home. Turning to see out her rear window was clear to move out as her foot slid across the gas gave what she could and backed out carefully and steadily. </span>