Sandra and Jan hugged one another so I assumed they knew each other. They talked quietly for a few moments but Jan kept looking over at me. Finally Sa...dra reached around and took my hand. She also had Jans hand as well. We sat there in silence. After a few odd seconds Jan looked over at me and said, “Hi, how are you doing?” I told her I was doing just fine. I looked at Sandra and then at Jan and said, “How do you two know one another?” Sandra looked at me and then looked at Jan and then back to. There's plenty of snacks and things in the fridge and pantry, including drinks. Just help yourself. No alcohol." "Mummy and daddy let me have alcohol." She pouted and put her hands behind her back, pushing out her breasts. "How much alcohol, and before you answer I have only to pick up the telephone to check." " One miserable glass of wine with dinner." she replied, sounding frustrated. "Right then one glass of wine it is. No need to check up on that, I think you are being honest." "It was two. So far the babies, Willow (yeah the ladies decided that she does look like you) and Wendy mostly eat and sleep. I do think from observing the other households around us that we're the odd people out as far as the number of children present or on the way. Then again most of them seemed to be wise enough to have at least one experienced mother in the house before they arrived here. That is one area where we could have done much better. You and Erica are so very much better off than we are for. . yeah... “You’re just lucky I’m stuck with you,” Penelope says, starting for the door.Where the hell are we going?“Out the door, duh.”And right into trouble.“And what would you have me do, Miss Smarty-Pants?”Go out the window.“And get hurt?”You have my body. Cats, you know, always land on their feet.“Oh, right,” the girl says, smiling. She turns and heads right for the window. She takes a second to think about what she is about to do when there is a crash at the door. She turns to look, seeing.