There was no evidence of life, not even birds overhead.The road finally petered out. Mary motioned toward a small cut between the granite uplifts and ... pointed the truck in that direction, easing along slowly in first gear and low gearbox. Approximately a hundred yards from the cut, rocks had been strewn about to prevent further vehicle passage.“Now what?” I asked Mary.“We walk. It is not too far.”The hot, dry desert air hit like a fire when we opened the doors. With my three women trudging. Jack left and mom told Cheryl thatwe would buy all the things they used on me. After paying, Mom told me towalk to the car with her to drop off these bags. Jack's stuff was alreadyin there and we dropped off those packages. We went back in and momwalked over to the lingerie section. I got all apprehensive again and momreassured me that it would be all right. We were picking out somematching panty and bra sets when a saleswoman came over and asked if weneeded any help. My mom said we were. "But boldly delicious none the less." The next thing I knew the kitchen staff arrived from out of nowhere. Twenty female cooking students between the ages of 18 and 25 of all different body types and hair colours, and all stark naked. They weren't even wearing aprons any more, and neither was Nigella. This was a dream. None of us were going to get burned by hot fat. They were all doing a great job of preparing a gourmet meal, but I was Gordon Ramsay, and this was Kitchen Nightmares , so I. Your room is this way. Like I said. You may stay here for (pregnant pause) a while. Until we can figure out our next move” He grabs the pull strap on my hockey bag and the large duffle. I stack a few more bags on it as it rolls past me; then grab the remainingand follow behind. Satisfied the small rolling tower won’t fall. I can’t help but wonder if he suspects the military bag is half full of leather fetish clothes my mother bought for me to “entertain” her guests and act as a waitress. I.