And it will be Cuervo Gold. Hold the worm, please," I joked a little despite my misery."On the rocks?" the man asked me."Hell, no! I want it straight ...nd neat. No chaser. Salt and lime, though," I told him, knowing exactly what I wanted."So be it, Sonny. Sorry ... Ike, you said, right? I'm BJ. Short for Billy Joel, but then my parents were big fans of his," the guy said through his decaying teeth."Ah, I see," I smiled as I tossed back the tequila with salt and lime.It was like a jolt of. And great legs-I hope she spoke english. She said "how are u feeling Mr. S*********?" A lovely voice and to me an accent. Wow! I said Ok, little pain. She checked my blood pressure, temp and pulse Ox. Everything was good-we chatted a bit-she seemed a bit flirty,probably just being friendly I thought. She sat down and asked me about my business and we talked for quite a while, she said it was slow tonite on the floor. I really liked her and I thought something was happening between us, but. “Shouldn’t you put some more clothes on? This is what we’re talking about.”She thrust out her arm out and pointed at my crotch, “You’re still in your boxers!”“This is my room - and my house.”“My house too. I just want to be comfortable.”“Comfortable? That so called shirt barely covers your, um...”“Boobs. Tits. Knockers. Take your pick.”“Uh...” My breathing became labored as I gazed at the nipples that seemed to be hardening before my eyes. “Well - it’s just not appropriate, running around here. But you didn't live 7 years in the wasteland without gaining special skills. He pushed the thought from his mind, instead refocusing his mind on his task of sifting through the various plastic and metal refuse that littered the sand. Something particularly shiny caught his eye, and he felt for it in the sand. Whatever it was, it was large and very metal. Something perfect to trade in the next village he came by. He began digging for it in earnest, using his handy shovel to clear the sand off of.