"Alright, my turn to spin," another of the girls spoke, though I was pretty sure her name was Cindy, or Samantha, not sure which, though I knew both o... those girls were indeed here."Ok, truth? Or dare?" Danny asked her seriously.There was a moment's pause as she actually considered it. "Ok, truth," she spoke."And you know you have to tell the truth, or we strip you naked until morning," she was warned."That was interesting," I thought."I know," came the meek reply."Ok, have you ever sucked a. River started to sing in Ojibwe, singing herfamiliar song of the history of the people.The sisters listened to the sounds, which reminded them of the days oftheir youth when elders would sing in the language at pow-wows andcelebrations. Sooner than they would have thought, they realized thatthey were understanding some of the words, then sentences, and finallyall of the song. They even understood the early verses that River hadsung. As they listened to the history of their people, they began. "Que desirez-vous?"Mike takes the lead, "Do you have a special.. une speciale? For lunch? Un dejeuer speciale?" He grins and shrugs.She grins, "English, eh? How about meatloaf? It's 25% off just over the lunch time but it smells really good. I think I might have it later. Its two fifty with coffee or tea, pop is extra. That's not a bad deal?"Dan asks, "Can we get a menu?" He hesitates, "In English, too." We don't have them in English. I have to run. When you decide call me over. . I was short, barely five-five in my three inch heels, had collar-length hair dyed auburn to hide the grey creeping in, was a littleon the plump side with a large backside, a somewhat matronly bosom,and a waist that had the standard middle-aged spread you'd expecton a woman in her mid forties. I was wearing a dark, expensively-tailored skirt suit that made the best of my figure, and tastefullyunderstated jewelery and make-up. I had a pleasant enough face butI doubt I'd ever been pretty, even.