Stefon made it past me and was heading for the rock outcropping Dirk was standing on. As he passed me I could see gaping holes in the entire back of h...s Locust and there was smoke coming from some of the holes. There was little armor left at all. He also had no antennas. They had all been shot off. No antennas meant no communications. Whatever they had encountered was large enough to scare them away. Stef and Leona don't back down when there's fighting to be done. Whoever they had come up. Just the sight of the huge stainless steel, torpedo shaped, 1940's salondryer attached to the ceiling and ready to consume any Sissy in sight,gave me the chills. Bows, rollers, perm rods, end papers, hair nets,bobbie pins, nylon capes, nail polishes, bottles of dyes and shampoos andconditioners filled every drawer in the shampoo cabinet. The stylingchair, with numerous restraints to contain the nervous Sissy, sat underthe dryer on a slightly raised pedestal. Next to the styling chair was. "Don't want you snacking on anything in the kitchen, do we?" she sneered, looking down at his flabby belly. "It looks like you get enough to eat, if you ask me."George shuffled off with the slipper wedged into his mouth. He soon returned with Deanna's tea. She was still sitting in the armchair but now she had turned on the television. He put the tea down on the table beside her chair and knelt silently."Give me that," she snapped, snatching her slipper from his mouth, thwacking it against his. "I'm sorry Jennifer, but Kenny went out for the day and won't be back until later this evening." She smiled. "I know, but I didn't come over to see him, Jerry. I thought we should talk about what happened last night." "Oh, I see." She took a step towards me and the scent of her delicate perfume filled my nostrils. "Sooo, I'm not sure your front doorstep is the best place for this conversation, Jerry. You never know what the neighbours would think with you in that sexy kimono chatting to a hot.