" She looked disgruntled as she said "I'll try but no promises." I grabbed a couple of cokes from the fridge and we made our way onto the deck. She to...k a seat at the picnic table and I sat opposite her just to be on the safe side. She raised her eyebrows and asked "What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?" I replied "You girls just about killed me last night so I'm not taking any chances. You just might try again." "Relax Greg, I'm not here to jump your bones even though I would like to. I'm. But in stark contrast to the antediluvian surroundings, the one thing bang up-to-date was the barmaid.She was fucking hot. Early twenties; I probably had five years on her. Slightly overweight in all the right places, despite trying to conceal it with a tight-fitting pastel blouse and inky skirt that barely descended beyond her curvy rump. Incredible tits and a smile to match, I found her bubbly and fun as we briefly flirted across the dark wood bar. No wonder the codgers loved the place.It was. Parts were wearing out, and no spares were available. Only one operating room was still staffed and functional. They were saving that for staff and selected persons outside the compound, which explained why they could not help the boy with the liver failure.They showed him their main control room. Eric was interested in the computers that ran the whole complex. They were large and bulky by his standards, and not all were functioning. As programming failed, certain functions of the compound. "Hi," I said. "I'm Shirley Jean. My friends call me Jean."She produced a wan smile and said, "I'm Connie."Softly I asked, "How do you feel?" Okay, I guess." Do you want some breakfast?" I don't think so. I've been enough trouble." No trouble; I'm going to eat anyway."She grunted something that sounded like "mumph" and resumed sipping from her cup.I put orange juice, bagels and cold water on the table and fetched the Tylenol from the bathroom. She took two pills with a small glass of juice, and.