“It’s too long a story to go into in the middle of Safeway.”“I see. Well, if you ever feel like talking about her, I’m more than happy.”We...chatted for a couple of minutes, discussing the odd palates of young girls, Alia laughing at Sia’s newly discerning sense of smell, and said goodbye. But, as I moved away, she called to me.“Philip? Would you like to grab dinner together and chat?” She looked pensive.“I’d love to. When?”“How about Friday night?”“Done.”Shopping was a tad mindless. I wondered. Sandra was wearing a white top and no bra, and a pair of denim shorts, the kind teenagers uses. We just sat there and chatted and had a great time. Not long after, a young man came up to us and introduced himself as the camping manager. Tylor was his name, a 20 y.o. k**, big and strong and black. He kindly asked us to be carefull with the fire. I invited him to have a glass of wine with us, which he accepted happily. I got him a chair and he sat in front of Sandra and started to talk about. All of her stockpiles here in Arizona had been carefully treated with the fuel stabilizer, and though she knew that the stabilizer would extend the fuel’s usefulness, she was increasingly worried about the decayed fuel stocks that she was finding along the way. Less and less of the untreated gasoline was still effective, and even though there were thousands and thousands of gallons buried in tanks underground, most of it was now good only for solvent. Back when the world had made sense,. It was a sight to see her laying there with her handstangled in the front of her pants and her very white skinny butt stickingup in the air. I looked at Karen expecting her to do something for herfriend. She laughed and said, "You do it." Then she turned and walkedout.I stood there for a few seconds hoping she would straighten herself outbut it was looking hopeless. I moved to the bed and told her to relax.She was giggling and kept saying how embarrassing this is. I was thinkingthat if it was.