”“I don’t know Betty, you make sense, but I don’t know if I can.”“Of course you can. Look, you worked eight hours at the store today at mi...imum wage. Eight hours and you’ve earned fourteen dollars, before taxes. Now for an hour of fun, you can get twenty-five dollars, tax free. Think about that. Hey, if the money bothers you, let Phil bang you and I’ll keep the money. That way you can keep your amateur status.”Twenty five dollars in 1973 was nothing to sneeze at, especially when you were. James,” he said, looking back up.“Yeah, son?”“You really think – you know – the beard?”I looked at him. He was asking, honestly, one man to another – and underneath it he was asking how best to present himself for … men? Me?“I think so, Ryan,” I said. “I think you got a face under all that hair that deserves to be seen. I think you’re hiding that face – for some reason – and I think that’s a shame.”Then I headed out the door. But on a whim, I turned, sticking my head back in. He was still. “Right. We have to look normal for the next messenger then we can go north to find an army to keep you free.” All three smile. “You best get active alerting everyone and doing what preparations you can where the messenger won’t see them.”Phil, the town spokesman, says, “If you can leave some of the troops here to look like normal we can be ready to join you on the way back so we can build the wall. That gives us a few extra days to be ready.” I simply nod my agreement with that aspect of the. Your cop buddies would just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found you out here." His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts he was being serious. "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff. The way you enjoyed me pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen whore houses around here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be happy with me." Bill started the car and pulled out of the disused factory. "Of course, no one can tell Quince where you are if no.