Well, here starts the next and final installment in the Wanderer Trilogy and I hope you all like it. You've all been amassing thus far. I've been saving a lot of Dean's in makings to myself until this story and so I hope you enjoy it. It's all just what I've been building up to for the entire series just that now it's all up to what I've been planing since page one. Hope you like it!!

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Chapter 1- Intro

Beatrice, Nevada: Three Weeks Ago

He eyed her from across the club where he sat at a lonely table. It had been a long while since he had seen a woman that beautiful. No, sexy. Her cocoa legs shone in the spotlight, her thighs not entirely covered by her skirt. Her hair, a brown tussle of curls, was hanging down around her shoulders so that he could just make out a strange floral and ring shaped tattoo on her arm.

Slowly, she swayed lower to the floor and up again, holding the microphone to her mouth, lips full and pouting as she sang.

'A tease,' he thought.

He took another swig of his drink. The liquid no longer supplied a satisfactory burn on it's way down his throat; it just tingled. He had been there for a few hours now, wallowing in self pity and hate, trying to drown himself in liquor. Trying to figure out what went wrong or why he had not seen it coming, that is until she took the stage.

Their eyes met and he was sure that she knew he had been watching her intently. He did not care. The song ended and he watched as she strode over to him, gently leaning in on his table. He could see right down the front of her well-filled shirt.

"Hey handsome. What's your name?" she asked in a silky, smooth voice to match her brown sugar skin.

"Robert. Robert Joss."

"Mine's Cynthia," she smiled at him, "Well, Robert," walking slowly around the table she stood behind him, gently massaging his shoulders, "What brings you out here tonight? I see you're sitting here alone."

"My wife left me."

"Aw, that's too bad," she lowered herself to him, hand resting over his chest, body touching his, and whispered in his ear, "We can't leave a nice, handsome man like yourself on his own now can we?"

He rose from his chair, staggering slightly, and allowed himself to be led away from his table and towards the back exit. The door opened into a disserted alleyway behind the club, dark and hidden. Here she laced her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him ferociously and wildly.

Responding to her fine and sexy body, he pushed her against the wall, lifting her up onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She helped him to undo his belt buckle, pulling it off and tossing it aside. He knew she could feel his manliness against her as he slid his hand between her thighs and beneath the cover of her skirt. Her brown eyes flashed a bright green and then everything went dark.