Wastin’ your time.’ She dusted off her skirt and headed back toward the truck. Casey stood. ‘I can talk to her.’ ‘How much will that cost me... You figure you can get her sexed up with talk? I’ve heared a that.’ Casey smiled. ‘Nothing, to start with, though I’ll bet you make a fine apple pie. That would do it.’ The woman stopped, her skirt in her hands. ‘Well, yeah. I could do that. Why don’t you come to supper?’ Casey nodded. The woman came back to him, offered her hand. ‘I’m Margaret. Margaret. "He must be a bodybuilder or some such by the tone of the voices" she thought. The only person out there though, was Tiffany. She was older than Babs and "a little on the plain side but had a good athletic figure" Babs thought.She motioned Babs over to her and said that once he was back from being introduced to some of the staff she would introduce the "new" employee to her. Babs could hear the quote marks around the word "New" and wondered about it. Tiffany went on to say that, she wanted Babs. You stretched and yawned, the cold feeling slowly going away as you felt the warm sun beaming down on you.You looked around, noticing the trees and the highway nearby. You couldn't see anyone nearby, nor hear anything, you were probably alone. But the destroyed cars, burnt out and twisted, reminded you of the destruction you saw first hand, however long ago. Walking up to one of the cars, you found it's mirror intact and could see yourself in its reflection.Your blonde hair, long and flowing,. Kim’s breathing had gotten quicker and more ragged. A blush had crept across her face and down her neck. Most of the traffic we passed could not see into our car, but any pickup trucks or big rigs have no trouble seeing if they wanted to. Kim just sat there and let the wind have its way with her dress. We pulled even with a rather large pickup truck with huge tires.Kim took a quick peek to see if the driver was looking, then she lifted her hands to brush her flyaway hair from her eyes. As soon.