She introduced me briefly to her friends. The first girl, Hong, was a short Asian girl with long dark hair. She was wearing a very tight black shirt, ...hich hugged her impressive bust as if tempting me to stare at her chest, and a pair of equally tight jeans. She smiled at me, and as she greeted me, I noticed that she didn’t have any accent at all. Obviously she had grown up in America. The other girl, slightly taller than Natalie and Hong, looked very familiar. She smiled at me after Natalie. I ... you ... would you prefer to eat in the dining room, or the kitchen?”“Oh, the kitchen, definitely.”She served me, then stood by the table. “Won’t you sit with me? Aren’t you eating too?”“Well, sir, I ... I was going to eat after.”“Please. Join me; I don’t like to eat alone.”With some apparent reluctance she ladled herself a bowl and sat at the table with me.Oxtail soup, home made, thick and rich. Fresh bread-rolls, home baked, not long out of the oven and still warm and crusty. Water –. Well, it was certainly better than just sitting out in the back yard as the life providing rays of the sun disappeared, and began stocking what could our home for the next few months, or longer.I worked getting the shelter in order, and felt somewhat assured that I had the stand-by generator system along with filtration system in tip-top condition. As long as the natural gas supply was not interrupted we would have electric power, and the air filtration system would provide us with clean. " "At least you don't have to sit under a hair dryer waiting for your hair to dry," Tammy said, from underneath Miss MacDonald's bouffant. "Yeah, at least there's that," Jesse said, in shoulder-length hair that was not as straight as she'd have liked. But at least it flipped in. (And tickled her neck more.) "I am sure that as you young ladies get further away from the boys' influence that has so devastated your formative years, you will begin to appreciate the rituals involved in hair care,".