"Amanda!" I said. "You're all covered with soap." I love the girl, but she is less accident-prone than disaster-prone. On the other hand, the suds wer...n't thick enough to disguise her sexy shape."I noticed," she said. "I took a shower while you were napping, and the water petered out as soon as I had lathered up." I told you that the water pump was electric. It went out with all the other juice." And she had drained the tank above the rafters completely, of course. We would have a thirsty time. I shook my head. “Fuck. Everybody we know is already here.”I grabbed a towel lying on the floor and wrapped it around me low on my waist. I went to the door and looked out the security peephole viewer. There was a single woman standing there smiling at the door. She could hear the music inside I was sure.I opened the door a crack and peered out. Fortunately, the way the door opened it frustrated anybody on the stoop from looking further into the living room providing someone stood in front of. " He whirled his pony to follow his brother, who had angled off toward where wheel ruts could be dimly made out near the lower end of the valley.Shantar followed in silence. He could see in his mind the small but thriving community, with children playing in the dirt, the smoke from cooking fires curling lazily upward. Then came the killing, the burning, leaving shattered homes, trampled fields, and bloody corpses. He thought grimly that the ceremonies of the green clad priests had not really. Bonita and the kids even have their own groups and a studio to play in. The more you know these kids, the more you're going to be surprised."We had a great lunch. I found out Steve had to fly a charter up to Chicago because we were short a couple of pilots. Our women had two pilots with them, and the charter company found themselves with more aircraft than crew once again.I went back out to the studio when we returned to the house, and was working the other country piece I had been thinking of..