”Rho sighed and said, “The only way to avoid commanding them to exit would be to sever your bonds with them.”I shook my head and continued pacin...g. I didn’t want to sever the bonds. I had to find another way. Even if I called them out of the vault, and Greta was able to free them as well as the others, they wouldn’t be of any help to me unless they could get back into the vault. Without leaving the vault, I wouldn’t know when they were ready to follow. If I couldn’t let them in, how would they. I put on a strings only thong and walked over to the café for a good breakfast. Manuel complimented me on my looks but I didn’t know what aspect of my looks he was talking about. My recently brushed hair, my all-over tan, my thong, what he could see between the strings or just the overall image. Whatever he meant I took the compliment.A young couple came in and smiled at me as they went passed. I guessed that I just looked like a young topless girl eating her breakfast. Nothing special about. I got a call from her. She said I came to buy something from the shop thought of meeting you. I said wait there I will pick you up in 2 minutes. I got ready and went there. I took her to my flat. It was all messed up. I said sorry I didn’t clean the house. She said its ok I know how bachelors live. That day she was wearing sleeveless saare and tied it below her navel. She was very fair and her stats must be 34 30 34. She was looking miss universe in that outfit. I told her you are looking very. Now,” she says hesitantly. “She’s an optometrist, I think. Some kind of eye specialist. But when I wrote this song, she was just a little girl. And I still think of her as one whenever we perform it. Here it is: Kirsten!” Indeed, it is memories of her dearest and only fruit of her womb that fill her thoughts as she plays her own pianistic tribute to the restraint and beauty of Bill Evans who was such a great influence to Lynn in those early days in Peckham and, later, North London. Those were.