When they asked Taryn where she would like to live, she said, “I’m still not sure I want to settle here, I’ve been liking my life in the securit... service and constantly travelling, but if I was to move here, I’d just want to live near people I know and it would need to have quick access to the port, since that’s where I would be working, but I also like hiking and lakes, so the place Cleo just described in the Mestor region sounds like it would be a good spot to check out!”Cleo looked at the. I knew who the real dads were to kids I went to school with. I knew who the sluts were 30 years ago and now sit on the front row of church every Sunday. I always identified myself with Gretchen Wilson although Dot said I was prettier. We look about the same to me. Dot is definitely the looker in this familiar however. She never leaves our small loft apartment over the bar, without her makeup and hair in place. Dot is all woman, even with her trademark cigarette always lit and dangling from her. She looked in the mirror and still saw a woman of 35. She was as trim as ever, not much grey had fastened itself onto her hair - just a few silvery streaks. Her skin was still good, her breasts sagged a little but yoga and being lucky enough to've not had to work for a living had kept her body youthful.The guests Linda really dreaded were the young men. The climbers and Para gliders. The groups of young men from universities. Being alone in the house with 4-5 of them for a whole weekend miles. He didn't want to have to face it, to have to admit it to himself. His parents both avoided looking at him. When Dave got off the phone with the Montgomery Institute, he stormed around the house angrily yelling "They'll look into it they say. They're going to try finding out what could have possibly gone wrong." Grumbling, he glanced at his son, quickly averting his eyes. Brian looked so.....androgynous. That was the word. With his small A cup breasts and now blonde hair, he certainly.