Another ribbon was tiedin a bow just above her backside. The whole ensemble was a crisp,flawless white... flawless that is, aside from the large blood...stainsplattered over her right side."I am," she spoke in that irritatingly soft voice, a Southern drawlsifting past her smiling lips. "And you must be Mister Touchdown." Travis, thanks," he replied curtly. "So, shall we?" he asked with asarcastic bow."Oh my..." Vivien turned her head slightly, one hand near her mouth in acoy-yet-demure pose. "I. The only person I know that I can trust is you, to even try such a thing with, unless, you know of a boy that I can maybe trust.”“While I’m trying to think of a boy you may be able to trust, you can may be try to think of a girl, that I can trust, to try something like that with, since I’m in the same boat as you are, as far as boyfriends and girlfriends go.”“While we are thinking about that, why don’t we go to the kitchen, and get something to drink, and see what is on the blue tube?” “I was. She looked at me but didn’t answer for some time. Then she said, “I actually live alone. I am a divorcee. For the past five years I have been living alone here.”. I said I was sorry I asked since I didn’t know this aspect of her. She said it was alright. We then went in and sat down and talked for some time. Then we sat down for dinner. After dinner I recited some of my poems to her…the ones which I had memorised. She liked them very much. She came and sat very close to me. I was wondering what. They were very pleased to have the guns and made a point of letting the other girls know how well they were armed. Some of the older women were shocked that the sisters were carrying weapons because it was not traditional for women to do so.Men were responsible for all phases of fighting, and that included protecting the women, but I poo-pooed that thought. No way was I willing to let my women be harmed just because tradition said that women did not protect themselves. I had to explain the.