”“Fuck. I can’t go to work like this. They’ll fire my ass.”“Nick, calm the bitch down. Nothing else we can do. I’ll check and see if the...e are any longer term effects of the Plan B.”“You mean I might be stuck this way even longer than a week?”“Don’t know yet, but I’ll try to find out. Talk to you later dude.”I start crying, which blows my mind. I don’t cry – haven’t cried since I was a kid, but I cried last night, and now again today. What the fuck is wrong with me? Apart from the obvious, of. Only then did she give vent to her feelings."A familiar tale, is it not?" he said dourly."On Earth, sure, I used to wade through this crap all the time. 'They're wrong, we aren't, they're bastards, we're the good guys, we gotta fight, fight, fight for what's right, right, right, ' and on and on. I listened a lot, I said 'I see your point, ' all that shit, it's what mediation is. But here? I mean, they can think together but they just won't?" You seemed to accept that rather rapidly," he pointed. That way, it never looks like I’m just hang-ing out and not doing anything.” Everybody laughedagain except me. The exotic woman with wavy black hairhad lit an Eve 120, and taken one of those slow, deepdrags. Tanya tossed her head, sending her black hairbouncing, lifted her chin skyward and exhaled audibly.I had a difficult time not making any noise. She crossedher legs, reclined in the chair and held her cigarettedown by her hips. “I was one of those fence-sittingsocial. I was just happy that I was finally able to talk to him again and didn't want to scare him off with a jealousy that was unfounded. After all, we weren't dating and he didn't have any ties to me, but I felt a sense of ownership over him that was ridiculous. We started our usual dialogue once again and this continued until the end of November. Once again, the question of when we could finally see each other face-to-face arose. This time, I was a little cautious. What if I met him and he just.