"And mine's Clark, glad to know you." They laughed and settled down to watch the sunset. "Where are you living?" asked Clark a little later.
"It's a cave over near the Santa Monica mountains."
"There? That's infested with a lot of renegades?" Dianne smiled.
"They're too stupid to look under their own noses." She sat up and stretched. "Come up, I'll show you." She sprang up and began running, her long hair streaming out behind her. Clark bounded after, at a pace only youth and vigor could maintain. He soon caught her and they both rested, laughingly. When the shadows were deep, they continued, silently. Within an hour, they were at the cave.
"Well, I'll be damned!"
"It's cozy."
"No doubt. Now I begin to doubt your intentions, young lady." She smiled and squelched him.
"I hope you're used to the hard cold ground, because that's where you're sleeping. There is only one bed. Or you can go outside."
"Never mind, I've got a tough back. But allow me this; this cave's pretty well concealed." The last was true. The cave was situated so that it was invisible and nearly impregnable. A dense growth foliage covered the entrance while the passage-way into the main chamber twisted and turned so that light and smoke were diffused perfectly.
"Where ... how did you find it?" Dianne sat down on a makeshift bed and began to braid her hair. She raised her eyes and said: