”Carrie needs to pay the porcelain god again.“Carrie, I wish we had a clue about this organism back when I first met you,” the doctor told her. ...��From how the organism affected your brain, you appeared to be a psychopath some days and schizophrenic on other days. Molly dug up decades of research that you and I will validate. If the data is correct, your only mental health problem is that you were locked in rooms with psychopaths and sociopaths for many years. No one ever told you, but I think. I looked and there was Mr. Sloop casually leaning against my doorframe. Ours eyes met, he held my gaze for fifteen seconds or so, and entered the hallway. I had to slow down my breathing. My nipples were hard. Damn him. By now the other students had detected the undercurrent of the class. The few unoccupied desks now surrounded Mr. Sloop. My attention had isolated him from the other students. He never gave an outward sign of annoyance. My work day concluded with me on my knees with a student’s. Some had a knack of mixing some vinegar with wine right before consuming it, in case some of the officers or procrastinators were making their rounds checking up on morale, or discipline in the latter case. It marred the quality and taste of the wine, but that was usually low to begin with anyway. Some had dubbed it winegar, and the name was in wide use throughout the army.Even the officers partook sometimes, as it was known to them that the morale and cohesion of an army was far more important. ’ ‘Bye.’ My mood skyrocketed. Alicia was going to hang out with me again today, but what could we do? She couldn’t be happy just walking around the park again, but I didn’t have any ideas. I decided to get some coffee and figure out exactly how much money I had left and how much more I needed to make my rent. At a coffee shop across from the park I sat down and borrowed a pen from a lady at the next table. I did the math on a napkin. If Don kept me working for the next three days and paid me.