The group I was with was standing outisde of a Pitstop when an RV pulled up. We all drew our guns. We would be ready something was actually about to go down. After a few minutes two girls stepped out. They looked harmless so we put our guns down.
The older of the two girls came close and asked if anyone was there. We said no and they looked like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. "Why?" Asked Russell. "There was this guy here, and he was looking for us." The older girl said. "Well some names would be nice." Bonnie said. The older girl looked a little embarassed and said, "I'm Shel and she is Becca." The girl named Becca waved. I smiled. She reminded me of my little brother when he was young.
After we finished teling all of our names, I walked up to Shel and held out my hand. She looked a little nervous. "Its called a hand-shake." I said. Shel laughed and said she knew what it was. After we shared a laugh she took my hand and shook it.
