Mark DeLancey

A small town, a neglected child, a good and kind Samaritan. Even through a life of hardship, a thread of cherished memories can trail and make life worth living.

**I was sixteen now and someone like Mark DeLancey interested me. His tall, solid build and broad shoulders in his bike leathers were seared into my memory. His dark hair left long, his light blue eyes, his strong jaw and straight nose, all of these impressions surfaced and I wondered at the suddenness and urgency of my feeling. Was it his physical appearance or the fact that he had been kind to me in every small occasion I had been with him?**