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AFTERMATH
CHAPTER 6 PART 3/4
By Al Steiner
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He took a long walk around the town after he left Michelle's house,
weaving in and out of the quiet residential streets, his way lit by the
soft glow of firelight coming from the inhabited houses.  It was very
cold out, cold enough for him to see his breath.  The rain pattered on
the vinyl material of his rain slicker, some of it working its way to
his face.  He feet stomped through the perpetually flooded streets.
The chill helped sober him completely up, clearing his head a little
and allowing him to mull over all that had happened that day.

He encountered no one on the streets as he took his walk, although
twice he saw the perimeter guards making their rounds along the wall.
He did not approach them and they did not see him, occupied as they
were in talking to each other.  He wondered what they were talking
about.  Him and Michelle?  Stacy and Jason?  Maybe a combination of
both topics?  That seemed entirely possible.

Finally, close to 10:00, he made his way to the small house where he
lived.  He put his key into the lock and entered.  The soft glow of the
fireplace logs blazing away in the family room greeted him.  He ducked
under the clotheslines and made his way there, seeing that Chrissie was
sitting cross-legged on the couch.  She was dressed in her typical
pajamas - a long flannel shirt that went to her knees - and it looked
like she was crying.

"Hi," he told her softly, making no move to approach her, very
cognizant of the fact that he probably reeked of Michelle's body.

She looked up at him but didn't say anything.

"Is Jason still out?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.  "I suppose you've heard about him and Stacy,
haven't you?"

"I have," he agreed.  "Does it bother you?"

"No," she said, seemingly disinterested in the whole subject.  "Why
should I care what he does?"  She sniffed a little.  "I'm happy for
him."

"Me too."

Silence ruled for a moment; a very uncomfortable silence.  Finally
Chrissie broke it.  "There are a lot of rumors going around tonight."

"Oh?" he asked, knowing what she was going to say, seeing no way to
avoid it.

"Yes," she said, nodding sadly.  "Stories about you and Michelle
getting drunk in the supply room."

"We did that," he said.

"And that you went back to her house afterward with... with... with
your arms around each other."

He sighed, wanting more than anything to postpone this conversation at
least twelve more hours.  But that was not in the cards it seemed.
"Yes," he said.  "We did that as well."

The tears began to flow again.  "Did you... you..."

"Sleep with her?" he asked.

She nodded, unable to say the words.

"Yes," he said, barely audibly.

She began to tremble, her emotions flirting with a complete loss of
control.  Somehow she managed to maintain.  "I guess that's it then,"
she said, wiping at a tear.

"Chrissie," he said.

"I'll move out as soon as they can find me my own house.  Or are you
going to move in with... with HER?"

"That's an option," he said.  "There are others."

"Just let me know when you figure it out," she said, a brief sob
escaping from her.

"Chrissie," he said.  "I don't want to lose you.  I want you to stay
with me."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it," she said, another sob
exploding from her lips.  "I'm not going to stay with you after what
happened.  How could you even say something like that?"

"I love you," he said.  "You're very special to me.  We've been through
hell together and I enjoy your company very much.  I love you and I
don't want to be without you."

"Why are you saying this to me?" she yelled.  "You go fuck some other
woman and then you tell me that you love me?"

He walked over at last and sat in the recliner across from her.  "I've
tried to be strong Chrissie," he said.  "I really have.  After Mitsy
that first night, I haven't touched anyone else.  Nearly every
unattached woman in this town has offered me her body and I didn't do
it because of the way I feel about you.  Now that probably wouldn't
sound like much if we were back in civilization and everything was
normal, but everything is NOT normal here.  There are five women for
every man in this town and every last one of them is attractive and
looking for sex.  I'm not sure you realize just what kind of pressure
that puts on a mortal man like me."

She was not impressed by this speech.  "It looks like a little too
much, doesn't it?" she said crossly.  "Look, I don't know what you're
trying to say here but it sounds a little like you want to keep fucking
me while you fuck other women too.  If that is what you're saying you
can just forget it!  I am not going to play that game.  I will not live
like that!"

"Chrissie, I'm not able to withstand the temptation.  I've tried as
hard as I can, but I can't do it."

"I'm not going to stay with you like that Brett," she told him.  "I
won't!"

"There is another way," he said.

"Another way?"

"We come to some sort of accommodation with it," he said, echoing
Michelle's words from earlier.

"Accommodation?"

He took a deep breath and told her his suggestion.  He explained about
polygamy and how it was the only way to save the town from itself.  He
told how it would make their relationship a little more legitimate if
Michelle were suddenly involved in it.  He told how they could be out
in the open with their love if only they allowed Michelle to be a part
of it.

She listened to his words, slack jawed, without interruption.  And
then, for the first time in her life, she slapped a man across the
face.  Following that she retreated to her room, slamming the door
behind her hard enough to send a picture crashing to the carpet.

Brett sat there after she left, his face stinging, his eye watering
from the force of the blow.  "Well," he said to himself.  "That
certainly went well."


+++++


Chrissie was assigned to guard position 1 the next morning, her shift
to begin at 6:00 AM.  She had been awake most of the night, alternately
crying and fuming as she thought of what Brett had done to her and had
suggested to her the night before.  Of all the nerve!  Had he really
meant for her to take him seriously?  Had he?

Finally, exhausted, she had dropped into a troubled slumber at about
4:00 AM.  At 4:45 the wind-up alarm clock that she used began to
deliver its obnoxious ringing to the dark room.  She smacked it with
her hand, silencing it, and then just lay there for a few minutes,
feeling fatigue trying to pull her back down into the land of sleep.
Why should she drag herself out of bed and go man a post for that
cheating bastard?  What did it get her?  What had it done for her?  She
very nearly just let herself drift back to sleep but eventually her
strong work ethic, instilled in her by her mother and father, forced
her to put her feet on the floor and get up.  Brett might be an asshole
but the security division that he commanded served a much-needed
purpose.

The air was damp and chilly and she shivered as she put on a pair of
jeans and a couple of heavy flannel shirts.  She tied her blonde hair
back in a loose ponytail and then strapped on the .45 pistol that she,
like all of the other permanent members of the guard force, carried
with her everywhere.  She slipped on her boots and stepped out of her
lonely bedroom, hearing the loud snores of Brett drifting through his
own closed door.  He was usually awake by now and he usually didn't
snore when he was asleep.  Looking down the hallway she saw that
Jason's door was shut as well.  So he had come back at some point
during the night.

Dismissing her roommates from her mind and stifling a yawn, she walked
to the living room and pulled on her rain slicker.  She buttoned it
tightly and then slipped out the door into the pre-dawn blackness, her
feet leading her to the community center by feel.

Stacy gave her a plate of breakfast when she got there - corned beef
hash and deep fried potatoes - and a large cup of steaming coffee.
Chrissie thanked her as politely as she could manage under the
circumstances noting that the pregnant woman, though very tired
looking, seemed to have a pleasant glow about her nonetheless.  It was
the glow of someone who had found a partner after a long time without
one.  Chrissie envied her.  The two women did not talk to each other -
Stacy nervous about what her new lover's sister might or might not
think, Chrissie just too damn tired and upset.

As she sat down at one of the empty tables her eyes found Michelle
sitting three tables over, picking at her food more than eating it.
Michelle, like Chrissie herself, looked a little worse for wear this
morning.  Chrissie had no pity for her.  When their eyes met for a
moment she glared at her until the other woman's eyes dropped in
shame.  Had she really considered that bitch her friend the day
before?  Had she really confided in her the story of her previous life
and of the nightmares she sometimes had about the shooting on the other
side of the bridge?  She had trusted her and her trust had been
betrayed in the most awful way.  According to Brett, Michelle had known
all along that the two of them were lovers.  She had known that and
still she had plotted to get Brett into bed with her.  And now that she
had had him she was offering to SHARE him with her?  To share?  What
kind of woman did she think Chrissie was?  What kind of sicko was SHE?
As far as Chrissie was concerned, that sick bitch could just have
Brett.  And good riddance!

She ate all of her food and drank down her entire cup of coffee,
feeling the caffeine take a little of the edge off her fatigue.  She
gave one last glare at Michelle, who refused to look back at her, and
then carried her plate over to the cart.

"Do you want some more coffee Chrissie?"  Stacy asked her hesitantly.
"You look like you could use it this morning."

Chrissie looked at her, knowing that Stacy was violating a rationing
rule by offering a second cup.  But she also knew that Jessica and Dale
routinely helped themselves to as much coffee and other items from the
kitchen as they pleased.  "Sure," she said, grabbing her cup back off
the cart and handing it to her.  "Thanks."

"Just be sure to bring the cup back at dinner.  And don't rat me out."

"I will and I won't," she promised, waiting as she waddled around the
corner.  A moment later she returned with a steaming cup of Starbucks
house blend in her hand.  She took it, thanked her, and then gave her a
small smile of her own.  "I heard about you and Jason," she said.

Stacy gave her a nervous look.  "Word travels fast, doesn't it?"

"It certainly does," Chrissie said, knowing just by looking at her that
Stacy knew about Michelle and Brett as well.  "Is it serious?"

"I think so," she said.  "I asked him to move in with me.  He told me
that he would."

"Good for both of you," she said, extending her hand and giving her a
hug.  "I guess that kind of makes you my sister-in-law now, doesn't it?"

"I guess it does," she said, returning the hug.  "I'm glad you're
not... you know... mad or anything.  You know, with me being so much
older than him."

"He's a big boy now," Chrissie said.  "And I'm not his mom.  What he
does is none of my business."

She gave a sour look.  "I only wish the rest of the town felt that
way.  I envision some serious shit hitting the fan this morning over
this."

"I wouldn't worry too much," Chrissie said.  "I mean, who gives a damn
what people think?"

"Not me, that's for sure," she said bravely.  "I just get a little
bummed about how self-righteous they all are, you know?  Why should
they care about it?  What possible difference does it make to them?  So
he's fourteen.  He's a very mature fourteen and I like him a lot.  And
its not like the rest of the men were beating down my door anyway, were
they?  This is a bad place and time to be a girl.  There isn't much for
a pregnant 20 year-old from out of town around here.  You need to take
what love you're offered and Jason offered."

Chrissie looked at her carefully for a moment and then said her good-
byes.  As she left the community center and headed for her post,
Stacy's words were echoing in her mind.




+++++



"This meeting is hereby called to order," Jessica said in her loud,
nasal voice.  She then rapped the gavel that she insisted on utilizing
in meetings upon her desk, sending sharp sound waves across the room.

It was 8:30 AM and Brett was hungover.  His head ached dully, pulsating
in sickening waves that came and went with the beating of his heart.
Despite the two liters of water that he had swallowed down before
leaving the house, his mouth was dry as a desert and craving more.  His
stomach was perhaps the worst.  He had drank all of that tequila the
night before on an empty stomach and now his stomach was making him
regret it.  It rolled and rolled in a sea of nausea, constantly
threatening to either rebel upward or downward but never quite
following through.  For perhaps the hundredth time in the twenty years
that he had been drinking, he gave a solemn vow that he would never do
it again.

"Mr. Adams," Jessica intoned sharply, noting that he was looking very
intently at a spot upon his desk.  "Are you with us this morning?"

"Yeah," he said, looking up at her with his reddened eyes.  "But could
I get you to chill with the gavel just for this meeting."

"It's not my fault you were drinking up all of the stores in our supply
room last night," she told him.  "Now, can we commence with the topic
of the meeting?"

"Sure," Brett mumbled, wishing he could go back to bed.  "Fire away."

Dale and Paul, both of whom were at their own desks, also gave their
consent to begin.

"Very well," she said.  "The reason I called this emergency meeting has
probably already reached everyone's ears by way of the rumor mill.  I
know that Mr. Adams has heard of it since I personally informed him
last night.  Of course he chose not to do anything about the matter and
he even threatened me if I tried to put a stop to it.  I would like to
address that issue as well after we address the main issue."

"Jess," Paul said.  "Could we just get to the point here?  Are you
talking about Stacy and Jason?"

"Yes I am," she said, leaning forward.  "It came to my attention last
night that the two of them were seen leaving the community center after
dinner clean up and that they went back to Stacy's assigned house."

"It came to your attention because you had them followed," Brett said.
"And that is an issue that I would like to address later."

Jessica ignored him and went on.  "Now we have no way of knowing
exactly what went on behind those closed doors," she said.  "But I
think we all have a pretty good idea of what it was.  Jason did not
emerge from that house until nearly 11:30 last night.  He..."

"I thought I told you to call off your spy last night," Brett
interrupted.

"You were in no condition to give such orders," she said.  "You were
drunk and not using good judgment.  I used my own judgment and kept
watch."

"Jessica," Paul said.  "I don't think you should be following our
citizens around and spying on them.  That is very secret police kind of
stuff."

"I was trying to prevent a potential crime," she said.

"A crime?" Paul said.

"Having sex with a minor is a crime!" she nearly screamed.  "For
goodness sake, am I the only one who knows this?"

"I know it," Dale said.  Nobody acknowledged or even looked at him.

"It is my proposal," Jessica said, "that we bring that hussy in here
and that we bring that young man in here and that we interrogate them
to find out exactly what went on in that house last night."

"Interrogate them?" Brett said, looking up at the ceiling pleadingly.
"Oh please."

"How can you not be concerned about this?" she demanded of Brett.
"He's living in your house.  You're the one that's closest to him!"

"If you can tell me what kind of harm has come to him as a result of
Stacy boffing him, then I'll be glad to be concerned about it."

"He's a fourteen year old boy," she said.  "He needs to be protected
from sluts like her."

"Why?" Brett asked.  "Like I told you last night, Jason is old enough
to man a guard post and kill intruders when he has to.  I see no reason
why we should concern ourselves with his sex life."

"He's not supposed to be having a sex life," Jessica said.  "He's not
old enough to understand the ramifications and complexities of it."

"Are you afraid he might knock her up?" Paul, who was smoking a
cigarette, asked seriously.

"Don't downplay the seriousness of this," she told him, pointing an
angry finger.  "He's not old enough to make the decision of whether or
not to have sex.  What that woman did is statutory rape!"

Brett sighed, sipping from the coffee cup in front of him.  He set it
down.  "Perhaps you've noticed Jess, that we don't really live in a
perfect world anymore.  In a perfect world, or even in an imperfect one
similar to the one we had a few months ago, I would tend to agree with
you.  I would probably find some fault with a twenty-year-old woman
seducing a fourteen-year-old boy.  But then, we had civilization then,
didn't we?  We had police and courts and armies and navies to keep
everything civil.  Boys Jason's age didn't have to kill people in order
to survive.  They didn't have to watch their parents murdered right in
front of them and then leave them where they lie for the scavengers to
eat.  They didn't have to learn to be infantry soldiers in a hostile
environment in a matter of two days just so they could keep drawing
breath.  Am I starting to make a point to you here?"

"Just because he's been through a lot," she said, "does not make him a
man."

"Actually," Paul said, "I believe that it does.  I go to sleep at night
and I feel secure because I know that Jason is watching over this town
for me.  He is one of the best guards that we have here.  I've seen him
work.  He is a man and it is my opinion that he is able to make
decisions like a man.  If he wants to have sex with Stacy or with any
other woman in town that offers it to him, than I certainly am not
going to try to stop him."

"Nor will I," Brett said, "take any security measures to prevent him
from doing as he pleases in this relationship.  It is his choice and
his choice alone and frankly, we have no business putting our noses
into it."

Jessica ignored what they were saying, not wanting to hear it.  She had
made up her mind that something needed to be done and it was going to
be done.  "There's a motion on the table," she said, pounding her gavel
again.  "The motion is whether or not Stacy and Jason should be brought
in and subjected to interrogation regarding what may have transpired in
her assigned house last night, the purpose of which is to determine
whether or not a crime has been committed.  I vote aye on the motion."

"As do I," Dale said, as automatically as a computer program.

"Nay," Paul said in disgust.

"It's two to one," Jessica said.  "The motion passes.  Brett, will you
bring them in please?"

He rubbed his temple for a moment, trying to will the headache away.
"If we conduct this interrogation," he said, trying a new tack.  "What
rules are we going to use?"

"Rules?" she said.

"What if they don't want to answer any questions?" he asked.  "Do they
still have Fifth Amendment rights?  What if they want a lawyer?  Are we
going to provide one for them?  If we do, what are we using as law?
Are we talking about the California State penal code here, or what?"

"They will answer any questions that are posed of them," Jessica said.
"That's how it will work."

"And suppose they don't?  How are you going to force them?  Surely
you're not suggesting that I torture them, are you?"

"No, but..."

"And what if they do confess their sins?" he asked next.  "What if they
do that?  What if they say, yes, we fucked our goddamn brains out all
night long.  What then?  Are you going to try to expel her?"

"Of course," she said.  "That would be the punishment for statutory
rape."

"Paul?"  Brett asked, "Would you vote to expel Stacy for that?"

"No," he said.  "I am in agreement that what goes on between those two
is none of our business."

"The vote to exile someone has to be unanimous.  Paul will vote no.  So
she cannot be expelled from the town for this," Brett said.  "We know
that going in, don't we?  So what the hell is the point of
interrogating them if nothing can come of it?"

"If we can't agree to exile her," Jessica said, "we can at least order
her to stay away from him."

"And what if she doesn't?" Paul asked, picking up the thread of where
he was going.  "What are you going to do then?  Assign her to kitchen
duty?  You can't, she's already on it permanently.  Are you going to
confine her to her house?  That will just give her more time to meet
with him, not to mention that the kitchen won't run very well without
her.  Don't you see what Brett is saying Jess?  There is nothing that
can be done about this!  Whether you agree with it or not, you cannot
stop it!"

This seemed to get through to her a little bit.  For the first time her
face showed doubt.  Since she was in doubt, she returned to a track
that was very much loved by her.  "Well if Paul would just vote to
exile her, we wouldn't be in the quandary that we're in now.  The same
goes for the other fornicators in town!"

"I'm not going to resume that argument," Paul said tiredly.  "I will
not vote to exile someone for sexual impropriety.  Period!  That
includes Stacy for allegedly having relations with Jason, which, I
would like to state one more time for the record, I do not believe is
something we should concern ourselves with in the first place."

"Nevertheless," Jessica insisted, "a vote has been taken and a
resolution has been passed.  The committee has ruled that they will be
brought in for interrogation and that needs to be done.  We will
discuss what action to take after."

"Yeah," Dale said, nodding strenuously.  "So bring them in Brett."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Brett exclaimed.  "What are you two doing here?"

"We are conducting town business," Jessica told him.  "Now will you
carry out the resolution of the committee and go get them or should we
relieve you of your duties for insubordination?"

"Jessica, Dale," he asked, fighting to keep his voice reasonable.  "How
much food do we have in this town?"

"I don't see what..."

"How much?"

Jessica clucked a little bit.  "You know as well as I do that we have
about two months worth."

"And what are you and your committee doing about this problem?  How
much discussion time have you dedicated to solving this impending
shortage?"

"What?"

"I'll tell you how much," he said.  "I listen to these meetings every
goddamn day and you have dedicated less than twenty minutes since I've
been here discussing the food shortages.  Less than twenty minutes!
And have you found a solution to this problem?  No, you have not.
Every time it comes up you vote to shelf the discussion after a
preliminary review of it and then you move on to some aspect of the
townspeople's personal lives.  You sit in here and argue about
fornication and bath rations and clothing distribution and who deserves
to be placed on wood gathering detail because they've offended you and
a hundred other things that are completely inconsequential to our
survival.  Do you realize that we're all going to starve to death if we
don't find food pretty soon?  Do you fucking realize that?"

"You are out of line," Dale said, leaning forward threateningly.

"I agree," Jessica said, pointing her finger again.  "It is not your
place to tell us what to discuss in the committee meeting.  You are
only here as a courtesy.  Now I'll ask you once again to go get Stacy
and Jason and bring them here.  Do it now or you will be relieved of
your duties."

"Christ," he muttered, standing up.  "All right," he said.  "Let's get
this shit over with."

They were brought in one by one and sat down in chairs before the
committee.  Jason was first.  Brett told him on the way over to tell
the truth and answer all of their questions.  He did this, speaking
nervously and avoiding any graphic detail but telling the basics of
what had transpired the night before.  Jessica tried to pry at him a
few times to elicit more detail but Jason balked when things got too
personal, telling her that it wasn't her business.  Strangely enough,
she seemed to respect this.

With Stacy she was much less restrained.  Her questions were biting,
bordering on outright abuse.  Several times Brett and Paul had to gang
up on her to get her to tone it down a little.  The interrogation
almost reduced poor Stacy to tears but she answered the questions as
truthfully as Jason had, confirming completely that, yes, sexual
relations has occurred, and that yes, they had every intention of
continuing to make them occur.

"Did you realize that you were committing statutory rape?" Jessica
asked her, glaring at her like a veteran cop questioning a murder.

"Did you realize you're violating child labor laws by having him work
as guard?" Stacy shot right back, increasing her respect level with
Brett and Paul considerably, but infuriating Jessica.

"You are not the one asking the questions here little missy," she told
her.

The interrogation of Stacy was followed by a committee vote on her fate
in her presence.  Jessica moved that they exile her from the community
but this was defeated by Paul's nay vote failing to make it unanimous.
Jessica then moved that they order her to cease and desist all contact
with Jason on threat of banishment.  This was voted in successfully
since majority ruled but Stacy defiantly told them that she would not
abide by it and that furthermore, Jason was going to be moving into her
house.

"He will do no such thing," Jessica told her angrily.  "If you caught
in the presence of that boy one more time, you will be banished!"

"No she won't," Paul reminded her.  "Because I still will not vote for
it."

"You won't have to," Jessica said.  "We won't need a vote since we have
already voted that the punishment for violating the order is
banishment."

This led to a lengthy and often angry discussion on whether or not
Jessica and Dale were allowed to circumvent the system in that manner.
It was an argument that Paul eventually won when he threatened to
enlist the aid of the rest of the township.

"Do you really think they'll support this hussy for violating Jason?"
Jessica asked when he first brought this up.  "Do you really?"

"Maybe not in this particular matter," Paul said.  "But when I explain
to them that this same technique, once a precedent is set, could be
used against ANYONE in town, they might have different ideas.  Remember
all of those women you threatened to banish for fornication?  The ones
that were saved by my one vote?  How do you think they'll feel when I
tell them that if they support you on this that they'll be next?"

Again, Jessica's will was outmaneuvered.  Stacy was released with a
stern warning that her activities with Jason were expressly forbidden
and that she was not to continue with them.  But she had also been as
much as told that there was nothing the committee could do about it if
she elected to keep seeing him.

As she went out the door Brett, unable to help himself, called to her.
She turned to look and he asked: "Do you think Jason will need some
help moving his things over to your house tomorrow?"

She smiled, giving him a look that told him he had an ally for life.
"He might," she said.  "He's accumulated quite a bit from what I hear.
We're planning on getting him moved in during my break between lunch
and dinner."

"I'll help him carry things then," Brett said.  "See you then."

"I'll help too," Paul replied.

"Now wait just a minute!" screamed Jessica.

"Bye Stacy," Paul said, waving at her with his fingers.  "Thank you for
your cooperation."

Over Jessica's continued protests, she walked out the door and
disappeared.

"What in the hell do you two think you're doing?" Jessica yelled,
turning on them.  "How dare you mock a ruling of this committee like
that!  Especially you Paul.  You're a member of it!"

"I'm just doing what I think is right," Paul told her, lighting another
cigarette.  "That's what I always said I would do when I took this job."

"How can you think encouraging rape is right?" she demanded.  "Are you
sick?"

"We've already had this argument Jess," he said, bored with the whole
thing.  "I'm not going to rehash it anymore."

"Well we'll just see what the community has to say about all of this,"
she told him.  "I'm going to talk to every person in town and tell them
what happened between those two.  My guess is that they'll demand her
exile by the end of the night.  You've used that very argument with me
when it came to this man."  She pointed at Brett.  "Let's just see how
you like having the same thing happen to you."  She turned to Dale.
"Come on," she told him.  "Let's get started."

They got up and headed for the door in a huff, slamming it behind them
as they left.

"So I guess the meeting is adjourned then?" Brett asked.

"It would seem so," Paul answered, taking a particularly deep drag of
his smoke.

Brett looked at his watch, a trusty Timex that had managed to outlive
the civilization of Earth.  "Two hours we've been in here," he said
wonderingly.  "And what have we accomplished?  Nothing.  We have no
plans to get more food or beef up defenses or make our overall
operation more efficient.  We've spent two hours making a worthless
ruling that cannot be enforced."

Paul smiled.  "Welcome to Garden Hill," he said.

"That's what we'll be telling the invaders when they come," Brett said,
standing up.  "I'm gonna go get some water and then I'm gonna go make
my check on the guards.  The one I should've done more than an hour
ago."

"Enjoy yourself," Paul said.  "I'm gonna sit in here and smoke
cigarettes and do nothing and wait for the next fight to erupt."

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