"I just think..." he said, slowly, "that, here, there's too many people telling other people what's best for them. I read, somewhere, that it was abou... giving people a voice, letting them decide things for themselves. But, it seems to me, that's it's only true if the bigshots agree with what they say or decide. I mean, what if the peasants in a village decide that the landlord really is a good guy and they want to work for him? And they want the Priest to baptise their children into the. Besides the heat was included in the rent. I heard the timid knock on the door above the whine of the printer. I looked out, since I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from Jennifer’s pick up person. I saw the pale distorted face of a woman standing in front of my door. I quickly opened it for her. ‘Yes?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know if this is the right place or not, but there is a note on my friends door. I am supposed to pick up a package?’ There was a larger degree of uncertainty in her voice,. ‘Miss Walters, I have good news for you. You are in excellent health. Every test we’ve run comes back normal.’ ‘That is good news,’ Carol said feeling relieved. I was worried that something was wrong when I noticed bl**d spots in my underwear.’ ‘The spotting seems to be a side effect of your birth control pills. That is one of the more common side effects.’ Carol became confused by the doctor’s diagnosis. ‘I don’t understand. I’ve taken birth control pills for over twenty years. Why would they. We both had seen how some of the guys and girls went from one relationship to another and each time the guy or girl would say they were in love but in a few weeks it was over for one reason or another. I guess I was lucky, or maybe it was because of my experience with Susy but I wasn't the least bit unsure of my love for Cindy.As we were talking my friend Carl who I knew inside and out and didn't figure could surprise me did just that."Greg, can I watch you and Cindy the next time you make.