“This thing reflects radiation right?” I nodded an affirmative. “We could use the same system to create a national ballistic missile shield. Rad...r detects incoming, we flick on the shield, and it covers the entire US. Weapon detonates, and energy is reflected into space.”“Yes, that would work, too. As well as creating one over Los Angeles every day, to help suck in fresh air, and blow out the smog. Just an hour everyday, at noon during summer, and the downtown city there would also be much. Instead of one or two other men there were two men and a woman sitting in the room having a drink. If I can remember correctly they were in their late 40's or early 50's.One of the men was there with his wife. In conversation it became obvious that they met occasionally for sex together and it wasn't long before all inhibitions were dropped and physical action commenced. I was offered a drink, but I declined as at that age I wasn't too fond of alcohol. The woman (wife) asked me to come and sit. Mrs. Sharma, in her thirties was a bit on the plump side but was very attractive. I called her didi and she too treated me as her younger sister. A maratha lady ( natives from bombay), a female help rukmani bai, use to visit their flat she was a bit on the squat side but was strong and agile. I saw her always in neat and clean white sarees ( an indian attire). A number of times i saw her carry some colorful bottles and when enquired she said they were herbal perfumed oil good for the body. Avery’s dad was a doctor and her mom was the sheriff, it seemed odd the Shannons lived up between Juniper and Maple Street like Eiko and her family.“What the fuck are you doing here?” Gia answered the door.“I was visiting with Kristi.” Eiko explained. “I figured it would be easier to get a ride with you than go back and--”“Get a ride where?” Torrance Carpenter shouted from the living room inside the house and to the left.“Shit.” Gia swore under her breath. Eiko couldn’t imagine cursing with one.