After dinner, the coach pulled me aside and congratulatedme on my good work. We weren't going back home until Sunday morning. WhenShawn and I were rea...y to hit the sack, he poured us another pair ofdrinks which we toasted to celebrate the days' victory. I laid down andfell asleep almost immediately.The next morning I awoke with the same odd taste in my mouth. It wasdefinitely from the whiskey. The next weekend we were on the road again, and I was bunking with Shawnagain. Only one overnight. My name is Gretchen. I am Norwegian and make my home in Oslo. I have interests in America and I make it a habit to visit here when I can.’ The waitress returned with Allan’s drink. ‘So, Allan, do you live in New York City?’ ‘Yes, I’m a life-long resident, private high school, then NYU. Career based at Wall Street ever since.’ Gretchen and Allan chatted until they found common ground with their mutual affection for off-Broadway shows, dinner theatres and other nightlife. Gretchen talked about. Unless he was directed to move, he didn't. His resolve caused accidents. He'd dirtied his pants twice before the aliens started to instruct him to urinate and empty his bowels."Wipe your dirty ass," the alien said.He wiped."Stand up, pull up your pants, and flush the toilet ... Good, now wash your hands ... Dry them with a paper towel ... No, don't drop the towel on the floor. Pick it up and put it in the wastepaper can ... Good. Walk out to the big room and sit down.He walked; he sat.That. .."Doesn't it matter what people think of us?" It was a quiet, almost plaintive question."Yes and no," he husband replied. "It matters if we were really hypocritical and didn't live as we say we should. But what would anyone say about us that matters? That we take in strays? Give sandwiches and tea to street people? That we pray in tongues, and get excited about worship? Anyone who knows us either likes and respects us or turns their noses up at us. Look what people said about Jesus! That he.