“It’s tomato soup!” Allison declared proudly, chomping away. “It’s hot and creamy, I can actually feel it running down my throat! It’s del...icious!”Wonka sighed. “No… don’t… stop…” he said, his sarcasm thick and sweet as molasses.The crowd murmured, whispering criticism of the girl who was currently loudly bragging about how good the gum she’d stolen tasted. “Boy, what a brat…” “Doesn’t even close her mouth when she chews…” “Stands to reason the fatty would be the one to take the three-course. He could remember his dad reminding him that Super Bowl Winning, Coach Vince Lombardi expected everyone to be ten minutes early as a sign of commitment. Ten minutes early was on time; On Lombardi time, to be precise.He glanced sadly at the warm bed and tousled covers where he had recently slept. He’d been having a dream. In his imagination he was older, married and settled into a perfect life with his perfect girl. They lived happily in a nice but modest home, with their favorite things around. Still, his existence now was just as quality as before, though perhaps more dangerous. But you didn't live 7 years in the wasteland without gaining special skills. He pushed the thought from his mind, instead refocusing his mind on his task of sifting through the various plastic and metal refuse that littered the sand. Something particularly shiny caught his eye, and he felt for it in the sand. Whatever it was, it was large and very metal. Something perfect to trade in the next village he came. "I am glad to see that you followed my directions. You look very nice."There was no warmth in her tone. I start to speak and she raises her hand."Do not speak. I cannot hear your voice or I will loose my nerve." "Here are the rules. #1 we have already covered. #2 you can not touch. And by that I especially mean yourself!And #3 You will get to keep only one of the pictures that you take tonight. Understood?"I nod my head. "Good, now you are going to be photographing my girlfriend and me. You are.