Don’t you ignorant Scots know anything and why haven’t you got red hair? Are you genuine, and what an awful body you have – are you gay?’ A ru...h of red erupted within Kevie. ‘Now look here you bitch, don’t defame gays with that foul mouth of yours, we have to learn to live with them.’ ‘ I’m not living with gays.’ ‘Me neither, or is it either?’ ‘Don’t know, at least we’ve got that in common,’ she said. ‘Can I have membership?’ asked Kevie, gazing at her delightfully sculptured breasts. ‘It’s my. "Peter, are you sure you are ok? Look, I think we can call it a day forthe colors and the palette! Why don't you relax with a cup of coffee forthe last couple of hours today? You don't seem to be yourself today!"Sonny told me. He told the two women to take the rest of the day and toleave the sketches on the table for the next day.I felt my head spinning. Once again people were talking to me in a way Icould not understand. Something was odd but I couldn't find what it was.I followed Sonny's. We’ll stay the night.”“Cool.”As she drove I rolled down my shotgun window, not an arduous task with most new passenger cars. I breathed in nature’s scent. Okay, diesel, fast food, the urban usual.But also wildflowers, ice plants, scoops of chaparral and fat, sassy succulents growing along the shoulder. California is different.We got a suite at the Candle Light Inn. Complete with a fireplace and a Jacuzzi. Wine with dinner, brandy after. Blunts courtesy of Felicity Adams.We didn’t even discuss. And now I find that you’re how old? Can’t be more than sixteen at the oldest, right? What’s going on?” a tall chap with icy blue eyes and sandy hair, the latter unexpected from a Swede, addressed me directly.“What’s going on is simple. I’m taking over the planet. One bit at a time. That makes it more fun for me, not just the power, but the process of seizing it. Oh, and I’m claiming you, so don’t think that you’re going back to Sweden. You’re not. Your ass is mine,” I curtly told Erik, whose.