He told me a very lovely thing. At least I think it was lovely. He told me that when his new wife went to the loo, he would go with her. He said that ...f he couldn't love the smell of his wife's shit, he couldnt love her properly either. Isn't that nice!" Not really, Gwen! I feel sick!"The next few days before the weekend were increasingly cold and progress was painfully slow for two girls pitting their own muscle against the rock-hard earth, but they were learning to use their strength, such as. Working with John as a partner made this exercise a treat. He had the speed and the know how to take advantage of the open space. He did most of the puck handling while I set up for shots and stayed back to cover for him if he went in deep to create a mismatch deep. We worked the same type of plays as if we were on a power play, getting a point shot open or a two on one down deep if I was covered. We got a couple good shots off that way but John also got caught deep once so I had to defend a. It wasn't just that the combatants' names were tricky to say without stumbling and that it was difficult to find on a map the location of the now irradiated wastelands, the biggest predicament for a professional politician was that the whole conflict from beginning to end was utterly incomprehensible. Who, for instance, were the good guys and who the bad? What had triggered all these fractious quarrelling states to finally crack and launch at each other the lethal arsenal that had ended up in. For those lonely nights, ya know?" I'm sure..." I said, now fully stopped. His friends were looking on in somewhat stunned amusement. I walked slowly toward the boy. Stupid grin glued to his face, he seemed frozen, not sure what to do. His friends were getting on him now, but I ignored their remarks."You know, you're cute in your own goofy way." I was now face to face with him. He looked me up and down but still seemed unsure what to do."I hope that ranger takes it easy on you. He was being.