John waited. He had nowhere to go and still hadn’t received the answer he needed. ‘It was an accident, I met Bethany by accident, I suppose you co...ld call it. She was walking down the street. I saw her every day for about a week and for some crazy reason I stopped and offered her a job as my housekeeper. She was too well educated to do that so I brought her to the store. ‘When we went to get her clothes from her sister’s house, there was no way I could leave them there. As angry as I was about. "Well, I'vebeen getting them all throughout my adolescence," I replied. "I'm undera lot of pressure from my parents to be their perfect daugh- son.They're very set in their ways on how they see the world and how Ishould act." Oh, are they sexist? Should the man just provide and the woman juststay home?"Actually it was them who told me to go to college to get a job tocompete with men in the workplace. "Oh nothing like that. They'reactually really supportive of... my... sister. They're. He told us once that we were only useful as bargaining chips to link up with other merchants, so I think I might be lucky to be untouchable now. Some of the merchants are smelly fuckers. Oops, pardon my language. But Garmet, the horse manure merchant? I mean, I know it’s a good, lucrative trade, but he stinks.”“Better than Mandriko though” Mandriko was a fish merchant who had carved out a niche in providing high quality fish bone manure. It was a trade that the other fish merchants were happy. We decided to stand at this table so it wouldn’t be so obvious he was with us. I got really quite and ignored him, so Stacy and Dorothy had to keep up a conversation with the guy. After about an hour, he got the hint and said he was leaving. He told us bye and walked out of the club. I was so excited that he left, that we started talking ninty miles an hour. This guy who was standing next to us, said I know ya’ll are glad he left. This guy was tall, very good looking and was a cowboy. I looked.