She was as nervous and as wet as when she walked into the lounge that last Monday evening. Matt saw her arrive, decided to take the bull by the horns ...nd went over to her.“You okay?” Matt asked.“I, I, I don’t know.”Before Angie could say anything else, Matt took her hand, turned her to face the room and shouted,“HEY GUYS, SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE.”When things were quiet he continued,“Guys, for those of you who haven’t met her before this is Angie. Angie needs a lot of credit for the cops. Her curly hair set off a face that just took my breath away. She was wearing a white summer dress with flowers that fit her curves to a tee. I came to a complete stop. She must of heard me catch my breath because she looked right into my eyes. Her smile lit up her face even more. If I had been further down the isle I would of looked back to see who she was looking at with the look on her face. I felt my face get warm and I knew that my cheeks were bright red. I fumbled to get something off the. No doubt they were along the lines of Graveyard. Just before I shared this knowledge Carl spoke up."Was the place west of here Scotty?" Yes. After my safe time was up I hid my truck and trailer. They had a town sort of like Graveyard there too, but I'm pretty sure it was full of even more assholes. I didn't want anything to do with it and so I came this way with a few things I could carry in my backpack."I did ok in this area until I decided to go into Graveyard to see if I could trade for some. " Liz stopped. The girl was taller and more developed than the average Scout. The outfit wasn't Girl Scout Mother either. Black leather body suits and high heeled, calf-length boots weren't the typical soccer-mom look."Hi, ma'am, I was looking for Elizabeth McBride?" The woman smiled brightly, like she was about to ask how Liz felt about school funding or saving owls three states over."Sorry, don't want any..." Liz pushed the door to close it. Some of her friends had mentioned lingerie parties.