Do you want a drink? That would be really cool, thanks mate. Before I could ask Chrissie if she wanted one as well, I heard her voice from behind me s...y, Yes Rick, you go to the bar. Clives your friend and you trust him, so leave us here while you get the drinks. Actually, what I had meant when I asked the question was for us all to go to the bar for a break! As it turned out, I found myself virtually sent to the bar like a waiter to fetch room service. Without even thinking I said, Ok. I left. Not the kind of girl who got any "boy action" in the 1970's. The one thing she had was basketball. Being 6 feet tall and very competitive she became captain of the team and an all area center. But lonely. No boy action. No homecoming dances, no proms, no making out with a boy in the backseat of the car at the drive in during a movie.He was the "All American Boy." Captain of the boys basketball team. Drop dead good looking. A date with a different cheerleader every weekend. They all fell. Since it wasn't late, I punched in her number.She answered, "Hey, dude, how are you doing?" Movin' right along. Things are good." Still have your girl friend?" Yep, just came home from dinner at her house. How's yours?" I don't have a girl friend, I don't think. No boy friend, either." What happened?" I'm not sure, but I think we simply got bored with each other. Wasn't made in heaven, I suppose." Make you cry?" I cried over the frustration of not having anyone special. I see him at school and. “I am no more or less important than anyone,” he answered with an easy smile. “Lydia, you have been with this group since the day we left. You have cooked meals for me and mended rips in my clothing. I have seen you gathering firewood and even digging latrines when the need arose. Those duties are just as important as anything I’ve done or will do. Besides, I have heard your singing around the camp. The loss of that beautiful voice would be far greater than my meager skills.”Julia glanced at.