The cleaners were mother and daughter, Mili and Tina. Tina was a typical Panamanian girl; coffee coloured skin, native American features, short and ni...ely rounded. They didn’t seem to do thin in Panama, and that was fine by me.Her mother, Mili, was similar but shorter and broader. A cartoonist would draw her shoulders as wide as her body was long. And she was quite fleshy in a mumsy way. She always wore a pink cap pulled down over her eyes, which were further guarded by big, square glasses. And. They better not all be this arrogant.’Acting like he was a professor and not a literal teenage, the pompous prick reiterated the same drabble that both teachers had already spouted whilst pointing in the direction of the door like a goddamn flight attendant. Suki watched as he continued on, the rest of the students appearing to humour him. Most likely because it was easy to just let him be if things were to ever get started.“Screw you dick head!” A guy with a blond undercut and a nose piercing. The picture caption said that the woman was getting a new hairdo with the help of a modern, electric permanent wave machine. The article was full of long chemical names and talked about "softening the hair, then molding it to shape and hardening it again."I was scared to death, but I was somehow I was excited too. That machine looked uncomfortable and dangerous, like a mad scientist had built it. Would a lady sit there attached to it, just to get her hair curled? What was I in for? I was. There was a smattering of children but they seemed well-behaved and not in the least bit boisterous like normal youngsters entertaining themselves with games concocted on the spur of the moment.Sam Chisholm was watching an interesting looking new settler filly wearing an unusual leather skirt that did little to hide her perfectly shaped backside. She seemed to be on her own and was keeping close herd on a pair of young ones that appeared itching to break away and start exploring all on their.