“At last I can wait on you all and no one can complain that it’s not my place. It’s my job!” She seemed genuinely happy about the fact.We mana...ed to get food and drinks ordered and Wendy scampered off to get things started. I could finally just sit and stare at the three beautifully shorn women facing me.“You aren’t mad, are you?” Kate said.“No, but I was so surprised. Nobody told me.”“Don’t blame them,” Bree said. “It’s all my fault and I’d never have had the courage to do it if it weren’t for. When I was younger I gad a great time going to parties and having a good time had my fair share of guys and got a bit of a reputation that I was easy a few stories about me got out and the things I had got up to .I knew my husband from when we were in school he was a couple of years younger than me and one night I bumped into him in a local pub and got chatting to him and ended up going home to his place with him had a great night together and as far as we were both concerned that was it but. She came over and stood next to John and he introduced us. To his wife he said, "Carla, this is George Stanley," then to me he said, "This beautiful creature is my wife Carla."We shook hands and recited the usual pleasantries, "Nice to meet you George." The pleasure is all mine."Then John winked at me and said, "Carla, I think you and George should take a little time to get to know each other better."Carla looked at John then turned and while looking at me said, "I believe you are right John.". ’ They carried the generator over beside the power pole and sat it behind the pile of wood Jack had cut. Next Gregg got out ten gallons of gasoline and an extension cord. He started the generator then plugged the refrigerator into the extension cord. Gregg turned and looked at Jack and said, ‘The tank holds five gallons of fuel. It will run for 18 hours or so on a tank. Should be enough here to hold ya until the power company gets your meter in.’ He turned to Bettie and reached for the box she.