“If that idiot had let me use my slug thrower I would make you look like a blind kitten, it makes no sense that we can’t use the guns we brought, ...instead they’re making us use those stupid plastic pieces of shit, they’re not made for Borealans, they’re made by humans.” Her pack nodded their heads in approval.“The Krell can use them, it’s only you that has a problem.”She glared at me, then at the Krell next to me, then back at her pack for support. Then she realized the whole room was staring. He grabbed her shoulders and walked her over to the front of the truck. Then he hopped in the cab and flicked on the lights and started the engine. “Wow, babe this is ours.?.”, She said in awe. “Well…durh”, he said sarcastically, “we needed something to go four wheeling in that is more fun than that beat old quad!” She gazed in awe. She enjoyed vehicles but something about this truck just turned her on immediately. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why outside of the fact that it. Doc!That's right, she and Doc had been going out for some time. They had keptit quiet, but it became clear that some of those nights when I thoughtLiz was working late, she was really at a movie, or late dinner, or anafter hours club. How about that!Mom was there because she and Liz were like sisters. That was fine,everybody needs a friend. I wish they had both been more considerate ofme and my needs, but none of them were counselors or anything like that,and I do believe that they had imagined. Lou was close to 90 years old, but, still golfed every day and had a pretty good body. His smile was always a little mischievious and flirtatious. But, he didn't talk much. Just listened to Nan and I carry on.One day, Nan invited me over to hear a new CD she had gotten. I had never been inside their house before. She brought me into the living room. Lou said, "Hi", then went to his study. Nan started playing the music, but, came and sat close to me on the couch. She was so loving and.