History lesson

"Whores?" Xander took a drink of his water and pushed the empty breakfast plate away with his other hand.

"Yup." Naomi nodded her head sitting across from him in the booth. "Our town founders were working girls. A long wagon train to the coast made it this far in Colorado and the ladies decided here was far enough and decided to settle down. They liked the hot springs, apparently."

Xander chuffed, "Huh. Lemme guess, when the ladies stopped the farmers stopped too?"

Naomi clicked her tongue and shot him a finger gun. "Ah huh. Farmers and Ranchers settled nearby and Misty Peaks kinda became big with the cowboys passing thru Colorado too."

"Imagine that." Xander shook his head.

"Yeah. It's supposedly the reason why we're such fine looking females, Sugar. Good looks passing down from mother to daughter all the way back to the first whore who put down roots here." Naomi preened for his attention.

Xander smiled and maintained eye contact. Except for one little slip up where he checked out Naomi's enormous tits. But he was pretty sure he got away with it.

"So that's the big claim to fame? Not really the sort of thing to put on a plaque on the side of city hall." He commented.

"Well, that little bit of history an' the water is our big claim to fame. We got great mineral deposits or whatever according to some egghead types, helps with vitality or whatever." Naomi flapped a hand at the mountain thru the window, "its gonna be the big new industry. They are finally finishing a bottling plant down the road and soon our great water is gonna be shipped out to everybody in America."

Xander held up his glass, "It is good water." He finished his glass of water and then smacked his lips.

Naomi shrugged, "Water is water to me."

"Any other little interesting tidbits of history to help me kill time?" Xander asked.

"There's the old asylum." Omi chipped in as she approached the booth and grabbed his empty plate.

Xander just raised his eyebrows in unasked question.

"Not a real funny farm, Sugar. They called it an asylum to make it sound official but it wasnt." Naomi shook her head. "Nah, this was back before the depression. The fellas with the Big Buck back in the day were looking to fool around but were too high society to be immoral and go to a bordello or brothel. So a couple of 'em got together and built an "asylum" up atop the mountain for 'exhaustion' or whatever they called it. They'd come up here for a week or so... play cards, drink, relax and let the "nurses" take care of them." Naomi winked at him.

"Ah. Lemme guess, the "Nurses" were descended from the town founders." Xander nodded his head in understanding.

Omi giggled as she departed with his empty plate, "It's the world's oldest profession for a reason."

Naomi nodded, "Sex is good for ya, so they weren't entirely wrong, y'know." Naomi leaned in, her big breasts squashing against the table top, "A few of the wives of those high rollers even came to the Asylum for exhaustion. Or to learn how to deal with their mental deficiency, an by that I mean, they were frigid bitches who needed to learn how to care for their husbands needs by takin' lessons from the professionals." Naomi waggled her eyebrows.

Xander looked up the mountain out the window, "It still up there? I gotta see that."

"Still there." Naomi popped the her lips. "Its just a office space attached to a regular old hospital these days. Those high rollers hit some hard times with the depression and got rid of the place. Since it was a medical facility on paper it got an actual hospital built around it just in time for W.W. 2 to happen."

"Dont forget the hippy commune." Omi returned and gave Xander a new full glass of water.

"Oh yeah, the free love people. Right. Right." Naomi snapped her fingers. "They came up here to stick it to the man or whatever bullshit they were selling in 64 or 65. Twenty odd college kids. I think they just wanted to smoke pot and get freaky as a group. Anyways, they bought a big plot of land up on the mountain and set up their teepees and yurts and got in touch with nature and felt the spirit of the mountain. And fucked like bunnies." Naomi rolled her eyes.

"And that's kinda it for weird town history." Omi chewed on her lower lip, "I mean the new facility for bottling water is the most exciting thing to happen here in a long, long time."

"There's your mom's story Omi." Naomi pointed out.

Omi blanched and groaned, "ooooh, that story."

"You dont have to if you dont want to." Xander held up his hands.

Omi blew out the breath she was holding and just started talking. "Nah. Its.... its okay. I guess. Back in 89 or 1990 my Dad got sent over here from Japan to look at buying out some American company. Or whatever. He figures its a great idea to mix business and personal life stuff by bringing my mom along. He's got a little cabin rented out on the mountain while he looks at whatever his company wanted him to look at. He works all day and then he an' mom spend the nights being romantic. Only..." omi sighed.

"Only her dad's an idiot." Naomi supplied.

"Hey." Omi flicked a finger against Naomi's head. She groaned, "She's not wrong tho. Dad decided to show how manly he could be and decided to chop down a tree for firewood one night."

Xander winced, "Oh no."

Omi nodded. "Yeah. Mom hears a great big crashing sound and then screaming. She was all set for a romantic night wearing a sexy little lacey teddy only to spend the rest of the night worrying as emergency services try to save my dad's life."

"Ouch. Is he okay?"

Omi shrugged, "He lived. They went back to Japan after about a year of being in the hospital letting his bones heal and learning to walk again. Kinda killed my parents marriage tho. Eventually they divorced and Mom decided to come back here."

"Here where everything happened?" Xander asked.

"Worst day of her life and a year of bad days after. Yeah. But the town helped out as much as they could. Really going above and beyond for a twenty year old girl from Aomori Prefecture who knew three or four sentences of American English." Omi shrugged.

"Huh." Xander took a drink of water. "Yeah. I can see it." He'd gone to Africa for a year or so after loosing Anya, even tho he knew nothing about Africa.

"Yeah, well, worked out for the best. Mom came back here and Lucy" she waved to the diner, "who had really helped her out with my Dad's accident. She gave her a job and a place to live while Dad recuperated... They got really close. When Mom came back to town... well, Mom's been cooking here ever since. She made your breakfast."

"Good breakfast." Xander patted his stomach.

The bell on the door jingled and the three at Xander's booth looked at the new comers. Xander was a little surprised to see the pretty latina in the pink work out clothes he'd spotted entering the town.

Entering beside her was a blonde woman in the shortest running shorts Xander had ever seen, shorts that couldnt hide a deep blue thong riding high on her hips. She was also wearing a white cut off t shirt that covered down to the middle of her chest, leaving half the blonde's large boobs visible, the shirt stopped halfway down the blondes big pink nipples. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that stuck out the back of a blue ball cap and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of mirrored aviator shades. The blonde was maybe six feet tall and she had a muscled frame Xander had seen with cross fit gym nuts.

What did make Xander stare wasnt that the blonde had half her boobs hanging out of her cut off shirt. No. It was that the woman was damn near the spitting image of Police Academy's Sgt. Callahan. A bustier, if that was possible, Leslie Easterbrook.

"Hey, Sherrif Preston." Oni waved her over. "Come over here. Meet Xander. He needs help looking for someone."

Xander looked from the blonde with her tits out to Omi, "Sherrif?"

"Sherrif Jocelyn Preston." The blonde said as she approached. She waved a hand to the Latina in pink beside her, "My deputy Sofia."

Xander blinked hard and looked at the sheriff, unbidden his hand rose and he pointed, his mouth moving even tho his brain protested. "Is the sherrif allowed to haver her tits out in public?"

The sherrif's bubblegum pink cupid's bow lips pulled into a smirk. "Is that a complaint?"

Xander dropped his hand. "Neeeeewwp. Nu-uh. No sireeee Bob."

"Didnt think so, stud." Sheriff Preston flashed a brilliant white smile at him. "Now whats this about a missing person?"