“What do you plan to do today?” I asked, fixing my gaze on her face.“I don’t know,” she smiled as she swung her stool gently to and fro, “...e ought to get some exercise, I guess. To keep our bodies in shape. Toned, and ready for anything.”My peripheral vision was swamping my brain with the image of her thighs. Shit. “That’s nice,” I said moronically. My eyes were dragged down, I couldn’t stop them. God, they are amazing. It’s not easy to describe them. ‘Meaty’ is technically correct but it. "Hello," he responded, holding out his hand to shake hers."Have you been waiting long?" she asked, her smile dimming only slightly."A few minutes," he said."So?" she asked, looking at him."Do you want to order?" he asked her."No thank you. I'm good."Jason nodded his head."Jason? Like I told you, I would really like to see the inside of your truck."Jason took a deep breath and took one last drink of water. "I think I should show it to you then," he said, allowing himself to smile for the first. There was some irony in the fact he was struck down in a traffic accident after years of dodging bullets and artillery shells. His name was Major Masuko and she was cautioned to call him only "Major" because his family connection was incognito.When she was washing his muscular flesh, he spoke to her in almost perfect English asking her if she was Australian. Not wanting to admit she was a dreaded "Yankee Imperialist" of a country that gave birth to the accursed "Marines" that had torn the. The two girls spent the next half an hour unloading the car and moving everything into Rosa's room. Charlotte left soon after the car was unloaded, she needed to go to work, and this left Rosa alone in her new room. Rosa spent some time putting things away, making her new bed, and getting used to the feeling of actually being free in her own place. The feeling of freedom she felt was exhilarating.Once she had everything put away and arranged the way she wanted Rosa decided to take the first.