We made our way to the house. He put the things away before taking me to the bathroom so we could shower. We even did that together when given the cha...ce. He pulled the tie out of hair, the long strands falling to either side of his head. He had cut the sides and back short, while leaving the top long, which he often had tied up into a small knot or ponytail. “Should I shave or leave it?” he stood in the mirror looking at himself, feeling his jaw with his hand. He had been recently trying a new. The man just has to, well, man up!”“Okay, I’m not sure the both of us being there is a good idea, but maybe it is. Anyway, let’s do it,” he said.****Main Street was a drag maybe a shade under four miles long. It was one of the earliest streets to be developed in the main part of L.A. It was depressed now, economically. The homeless and the generally indigent saw it as a place of refuge. The Salvation Army had its kitchen there and its chapel too was just a few blocks away. Finding their man. As they left the meeting the Deputy Head of Mission and the Head of Protocol looked at each other and wordlessly agreed on an immediate meeting. They took their juniors with them and gathered in the Head of Protocol's office. By the end of the meeting they had decided to draw up the invitations list as usual, and for the list of people "left off the list" they would supply the Ambassador with an alphabetic order list of every other person who had had any contact with the Embassy in the previous. His initial impressions of the girls were based mostly on appearance. The taller of the two had jet black hair that was long and straight, falling well past her shoulders, and held back with something. She was thin in the waist, and was wearing a pair of pants that flared outward at her ankles, like the bell bottoms sailors wore when he was a young man. But the resemblance ended there. The ones worn by this woman were so tight that if she had a bee sting on her ass, the swelling would show.