"Yes, dear?" she said wearily. "Please make it an easy one, it's being a very long day." This is a mess!" said the younger woman, gesturing broadly to...clearly include the entire operation.Meiersdottir gave her a tired smile. "I know, dear," she said. "Is that what you wanted to say to me?" No, ma'am, or it is but only part of it. You can't do this, not alone. But I can if you'll let me help."For a moment Meiersdottir simply stared at her. The link rang again, signaling yet another call. She. Just like that call you gave us last fall about the cops coming by. Besides, Cindy's chicken noodle soup is something you don't want to miss," I added."Chicken noodle soup, eh? I remember my mother fixing that when I was a kid ... Okay, you win, but only until I'm back on my feet, you hear!"We all agreed and beat a strategic retreat after Cindy promised to bring some soup over later.That Monday my housemates were back in school so I wasn't the only one dragging my sorry butt out of bed while it. Liz told me she only had three real boyfriends, so I could not believe my luck. Not only was she stunning, she was a real lady, definately not one of the sluts that you often saw in town.I thought she was too good looking to be someone who would just go out to fuck guys, Liz could pick and choose, so it appeared that she really was the type to take her time with guys, and I was pleased she was relatively pure.We did talk about our past partners a little, but Liz thought it best to discuss us. She slowly gets up and brushes the sand off her legs. She walks even closer to her ocean, noticing the waves are now beckoning with greater regularity than before. She walked until her toes touched the waters edge and she allows the ocean to gently massage her toes. She is comforted by the familiarity of the oceans touch and she ventures even further in as the waves are now reaching her ankles. Her reverie is shattered by the discreet beep of her cell phone. She stops for a moment and fishes.