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. But not him. They just left him to dry, there on the rocks. I've seen it,
what's left of him. Horrid." She wrinkled her nose, then dimpled. "Now, may I be
excused, sir? I'm about to wet
my panties."
"Sorry!" (I'm stupid. The plumbing in a man's p-suit is adequate, although
just barely. But what the great brains have come up with for women is not
adequate. I have a strong impression that most women will endure considerable
discomfort rather than use it. I once heard one refer to it disparagingly as
"the sand box.")
At the door of the 'fresher my bride was waiting for me. She held out to me
a half-crown coin. "Wasn't sure you had one, dear."
"Huh?"
"For the 'fresher. Air I have taken care of; Gretchen paid our one-day
fees, so I paid her. We're back in civilization, dear-No Free Lunch."
No free anything. I thanked her.
I invited Gretchen to have dinner with us. She answered, "Thank you, sir; I
accept-Mama said I could. But would you settle for ice-cream cones for now?-and
Mama gave me the money to offer them to you. Because there are several things we
should do before dinner."
"Certainly. We're in your hands, Gretchen; you're the sophisticate; we're
the tyros."
"What's a 'tyro'T'
"A new chum."
"Oh. First we should go to Quiet Dreams tunnel and spread our bedrolls to
hold our places so that we can all sleep together"-at which point I learned for
the first time why Gretch-en's bedroll was so enormous: her mother's foresight,
again- "but before that we had better put your names down with Lilybet for the
bus
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