"Or have you got your curlers in?"The young man threw back his head and laughed. "Hell no! You must be a stranger not to recognize a Life Saver's cap....Where do you come from?" Actually, I only arrived a couple of hours ago," Linda explained. "I'm from California. You know where that is, don't you?" Sure thing. It's where they grow oranges and beautiful girls. I bet they don't have beaches like Bondi over there." Of course we do. Maybe better than this, though it's hard to imagine a more perfect. . My mind was assaulted with images that had no connection to me, or any of my lives. The images became memories and they centered on a family traveling in a station wagon on their way to a Memorial Day picnic at a small, local park and campground near Winter Haven, Florida for a community day followed by fireworks. Their car was the typical American family vehicle. The father was a confirmed Chevrolet man and as such, bought a brand new 1955 Chevrolet station wagon. Since it was in the days. “Just a show.” Harold said. “We’d like to watch the two of you get it on.”With that several of the guys began cheering and urging the two girls to perform for them. Becca looked shocked but Brandi just sat there looking at the men.“So, if we do each other for you then you’ll let us go?” She asked.“You got it.” Harold replied.“And what if we refuse?”“Then we’ll just have to make you anyway.”More cheers and laughter followed.“Let us go!” Becca screamed. She was no stranger to group action, but. The mascara you bought at Sephora, along with the rest of your makeup,that you had to ask the smirking salesgirl to apply for you. She shookher head, suppressing giggles under professional decorum as, your girlyvoice faltering, you ask her to really slather it on because that's "howyour boyfriend likes it." ...It's the same expression the girl at the nail salon had while sheapplied the bright pink color you requested to your long acrylic nailextensions while the other patrons in sweats and.