Honestly, I’m a pretty forgiving guy. Despite what Audrey had said, if I’d caught George selling fruit on the side, I would have confronted him, a...d we would have split up the partnership, but I wouldn’t have tried to crush him. Betrayal by good friends, a group into which I would have counted my wife, seems to make me sad, rather than angry. Funny thing, too — although Audrey had advised me to take a hard line with George, George actually pleaded with me against being too quick to dump. "Beginning bio scan, initiating thermal imaging," Cici quipped. After about 20 minutes Cici finished and rendered its report. "Analysis complete, initial readings indicate the overabundance of Chroniton particles in your body resulting in you being pulled in both directions toward the past and present."Charles nodded "Possible suggestions to counteract?"I postulate 2 scenarios," Cici replied, "the first is to remain here in this time for approximately 5 days, 10 hours, 25 minutes and 30. "Hey! We stopped a big drug deal tonight!" countered BathGirl."Yeah, but only AFTER we scraped the shit off of eight statues and a gargoyle! We stumbled onto that drug deal by accident!" It's STILL a crime foiled."Just then, the Bathmobile's engine sputtered to a stop."Did you remember to gas up the Bathmobile before we left this evening?" Rubber Ducky asked."Of course, I..."The Bathmobile shook violently, as it was bathed in a brilliant bright light."Holy Shit BathGirl, what the fuck was. She wasa native Gorean called Essenya. She had brown hair with a few freckleson the nose and she claimed to have been of the caste of Vintners.That's wine, by the way.I vowed to treat her decently, provided she tended to my basic needs,which probably makes me sound like a horrible person, but the fact was Iwouldn't have been able to tend camp the way she did. I dressed hermodestly, much to the annoyance of the men, whom I lectured beforesetting out, reminding them that Essenya was my personal.