He seems like a good guy. You could do far worse.’ ‘I didn’t go home with him,’ she snapped, still feeling embarrassed by his outburst. ‘Oh?...He came to your place then? I hope you didn’t make him late for practice this morning.’ At her silence, Joel laughed again. ‘Shut up, shut up!’ she muttered, shaking her head and holding a hand to her forehead. ‘I’m sorry, Kait. This is just so unlike you.’ Kaitlyn looked up and saw that Joel was no longer laughing at her. She smiled weakly and glanced. Her toned muscles showed plainly her love of sports, and her outfit did nothing to disguise this. She wore a tattered denim vest over a simple grey cotton sports bra that proudly displayed the curve of her shapely, if not ample bosom. Her flat, toned belly was bare, and a pair of cutoff jean shorts hugged her firm, round ass. A pair of black hiking boots finished off her outfit.Just behind her and to her right walked a pale, nervous looking girl named Allison. She had long brown hair pulled. I could feel that she just wanted to be beside someone and be just held and comforted."Did you know anyone from the village with the burnt houses?" I asked in our mixed languages."That was my husband's home village. There were," she indicated twenty by opening her hands twice," people there."We were getting on a lot better now in our communication using our hands and the small number of English wordsand the equally small number of her words that we each now knew. Stringing a long sentence. “Well, look at my breasts”, Sandra said a little shyly, as took off her top, “ their starting to sag a little.” Cindy fought to keep from jumping on top of Sandra and having her way with her. A slow ballad came on the radio, “Oh, I wish there was a man here to dance with, I love this song”, Sandra said breathlessly. This was what Cindy had been waiting for, “Come on, I’ll dance with you, we don’t need any men to step on our feet”, laughed Cindy. Sandra had forgotten about putting her top back.