‘Only you would think sumphin’ like that was comfortable,’ the Latina said. ‘What? It’s not like they stay on for . . .’ Carolyn had just ...oticed the two high-school girls standing there. ‘Oh shit!’ the redhead thought. She and Lola usually shopped at this mall because it wasn’t near to their high school JUST to avoid situations like this. ‘Hey Lola,’ Gail said, obviously confused. ‘Fancy running into . . . you . . . here.’ ‘Yeah,’ Lola said. ‘Weird.’ If Lola had just said something else, Gail. When we got to my car, Sandy called out "Shotgun" and Donna just made a face and said, "Yeah Squirt, whatever." I felt it necessary to explain and apologize for the car, the air conditioning being out, and the power window motors being frozen. Donna asked me if I had a small blade screwdriver. I fished one out of my glove box and handed it to her, hoping she wasn't asking for it so that she could stab me with it or something. She took the screwdriver from my hand, opened the back door and got. "Our job turned out to be one of developing weapons for infantry to use against the monsters that you are very familiar with. So far, we have been very successful in our job, and you were on the receiving end of some of those weapons when we first met."We are developing those weapons to assist other beings in our galaxy to repel an invasion from the Andromeda galaxy. Why they are invading us and how they are getting here to do such a thing is something I don't know. Not because I have been. Her good eye filled with amusement, the other remained disturbingly dead. “There is something appealing about you,” she said. “My mother used to say the same thing,” I said with a smile. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Peter.” “I am Nicole. I was named after a famous actress who died in 2068 at the age of 101.” “Cute name!” “Do you want to know what happened to me?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied hesitantly, wondering why she asked me this. “I want to tell you my story so that you can.