She wasn't pretty, really, but she wasn't ugly. She was pretty average all around, except she was half Cherokee and it showed in her skin color. "I'm ...ood, Marsha. Same shit, different night, ya know?" Yeah, same here. Whacha makin?" This?" holding up a long, white, doughy roll of what passes for Italian bread. "Your favorite. Italian." Think you can hold one for me this morning? Was going to make some BLTs with it." I'll call you when they're out of the oven." You're so sweet. Why is that?". It looked like we had provided a feast for the scavengers last night.They were probably wild hogs, and I hoped that did not mean that the hogs would be back every night to check for more tidbits. That could make it dangerous for humans to be out at night, and one place, Bob’s Tavern, would be hard hit by a loss of business. Mostly, Bob served only a local beer of his own manufacture, but there were a few stills in operation if somebody wanted harder liquor, locally more appropriately known as. Tim was about to ask him where he got his Quark's Bar tee shirt, but Wendy spoke first, "What are you still doing here?" I'm waiting for Paula to come back," the other guy answered."Oh. Paula's probably out in the bar looking for you," Wendy told him and giggled."Thanks," the other said to her and left the booth.Wendy pulled Tim inside, then closed and locked the door. It was a tiny carpeted room with cushioned wooden bench seats against each side wall. The table was folded up against the back. " Was bist du jetzt auf einmal so zickig? Sag mal Diet, ?h Jeanie, du bistdoch jetzt eine richtige Frau, nicht wahr. Mmmm. K?nnt es nicht sein unddu hast ?h... dein ?hhh.... nun ja, ?h ... monatliches Ereignis?" Was meinst du denn damit?" Na .... ?h kann es sein, dass du ?h... deine Tage hast?" Verdammter Idiot!!!! Ich k?nnte dich, ach scheiss egal!" ?Zieeeeeep? und Siggi ist aus seinem Zimmer verschwunden."Oh Mann," denkt Siggi, "Ich habe beinahe so etwas geahnt" als er wiederals vollbusige.