‘What do you do here,’ he asked looking around my Spartan office. ‘I’m a writer. I write stories.’ ‘I didn’t think you’d need office s...ace for that,’ he said scratching his head. ‘I’d think that’s something you’d do out of your house.’ ‘Yeah, I know,’ I said with an uncomfortable chuckle. ‘I write custom stories for people who have a difficult time recording a memory and who want it saved to paper or computer disk to read later.’ ‘Oh, yeah? No kidding,’ he said looking from me to my computer. Even when Julie made a great play of telephoning Belle, Randy’s wife, to plead with her to forgive her and to swear that Randy had nothing to do with the foul-up. She promised that she would not give Randy any opportunity to behave in any way other than in accordance with his wedding vows. Quite what Julie said to Belle during the moments that she whispered some confidences Randy could, again, only guess. Julie’s giggles at the end of the call seemed significant.“Randy, it's only one night. Who had the foresight to know that people would need an underground hidey-hole like Solar City twenty years before anybody else thought of it? You did.”“You weren’t even born then!” Alicia exclaimed.“It doesn’t matter!” Murielle insisted. “We want you to train us for the Femme Fatales. We want to be your students.”“I’m just a student, myself,” Alicia laughingly reminded them. “Wouldn’t you rather have Béla? Or perhaps Lisa? She was your guide and mentor, before.”“Lisa’s training Tia and Tara!”. Once I had said something, Kim had a million questions about what we did, how we did it, how it felt, and if I enjoyed it. I must have been pretty drunk, because I answered all her questions, and than asked her if she wanted to see the pictures and videos of my adventures in the park. She was very excited and jumped at the chance to see the pictures, so I went I the house and brought out my laptop and we went into the shade to see the pictures and videos. I started from the beginning and.