The other two were occupied when I came on duty.”“Uh…I think my wife may be up here.”“Oh yeah? Who’s she with.”“His name is Mike.”�...Oh yeah, she’s here. Last room on the left. She’s having a good time. Already came at least twice. I could hear her crying out, “Oh, Mike. Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m cumming!”“Jeez,” muttered Mike.“It’s been quiet in there for about fifteen minutes. Mike’s always good for a couple of rounds, so you’ll be hearing them before long. You’re a lucky guy. You know about how to. They say you are some kind of loose cannon.’ ‘FUCK THEM! They can have it! I quit! They are the first ones that complain that something needs to be done, but then they won’t let us do it.’ ‘Wait a minute! Don’t be hasty. I don’t want to lose you. Think this over before you quit.’ ‘I don’t know. The way our hands are tied by the courts and the press, it just don’t seem worth it anymore! It should be like the old days when the law was respected.’ ‘Well I don’t want to lose you, but the Mayor. I asked how she was and what she was doing in a dive bar like this with no man. Turns out she also went through a breakup. She caught her man fucking a other woman in their bed. I told her that I felt bad and mentioned my situation, definitely not as bad as hers. We end up talking for a few hours, time flew by and before we knew it was already midnight. After we told some stories and jokes we both felt comfortable enough to ask some personal questions. We decided to play a little game of. "Unlike in a regular journal, the dates ran backward instead of forward, in this case from August 22 to January 1. There was only the one entry; the rest of the pages were empty. So, I sat down to read what had been written."The entry was short and to the point: "Welcome to your new life. There is no use in writing a journal entry for today, though I know you will anyway. Your name is Jacob Kroninger. Your neighbors think you have been ill, expect one or two of them today; this "illness" will.