Who cares what strangers think of me?Well, about half-way up the hike, I passed a group of three athletically-built guys and I suddenly cared every bi... about what they thought of me. They had paused for a breather before one of the more strenuous parts of the hike that involves climbing over some tall rocks. I would've stopped too, but wanted to make sure I got ahead of these guys. I went straight for the rocks, and started my climb extremely conscious of what view the boys were getting - and. Don’t wreck it on the way home.”It was funny watching her get into the truck. Mom was short at 5’4.“Want a step ladder mom?”“Nope. Just remember, I drove your truck before you did, and that big things come in small packages.”With that she got in and started towards the house. As we pulled in, I knew there were going to be problems, Randy was in the garage. The look on his face was one of a kid opening presents on Christmas day. He was walking to the driver’s side of the truck as mom was getting. I take Lea to the kitchen, where Jennifer had been in hide during the long lasting interview.Sweetheart, this is Lea. She will teach you to be my sweet sexy secretary. Lea, this is Jennifer. I notice Jenny is nervously pressing her legs together. For sure she is hot from listening.Need a leak, love? - Indeed Pete, I need to go to the bathroom, but did not dare to disturb.This is an exellent occasion to teach each other first bits, you two pretty bitches of me.Right away we will go there all. Even so, overall the job situation was not good in Aster. There weren't a lot of jobs in Tryon either. All in all the job picture in the whole state was pretty depressing.It was not pleasant to know that those very conditions were going to help make the retired operatives lives better in Aster. There would be a lower cost of living, than in most other places with as mild a climate. The retired operatives would bring a different economy with them. Their wealth, such as it was, came from outside.