"She was deeply touched by the gesture. "No, it wouldn't be a winnerwithout you. It's your money," She grinned. "Besides, I'm sure you'llbe willing to...share a little. I mean, a girl like me deserves a killerwardrobe, right?" Damn straight," Zack replied. "But seriously, we'll split it. I atleast owe you that." You don't have to..." Yeah, I do."Once they presented themselves and their ticket at the Lottery office,the supervisor, one Carla Brannigan, had quickly appeared and usheredthem to her. ?Wash up nice and good.? she said. ?I don’t want to have to whip you for being dirty. I want to whip you for no reason.? He whimpered and reached for the soapy washcloth she’d left. He was perfectly aware of her eyes trained on him as he cleaned himself, and it was particularly embarrassing as he washed in the cracks and folds around his ass and balls, his penis now shrunken back to its small size from the frigid water. He worked around the laces still wrapped around the base of his. We hooked everything up and I called Preservation."Momma Shirley or anyone in Preservation, this is Janice in Tifton. Come in."A moment later, Momma came on with a powerful signal. She said, "Hello Janice. How are you and Bennie doing?" We're fine. We have met some new people here in Tifton and are showing them the radio. How do you read us?" You are five by four. The signal is weak but readable. You must be on the vertical." Yes, Ma'am. We just set it up in the middle of a street in downtown. He stepped forward, putting his hand on the wall. I looked at Reagan. Tears were running down his face. He could hear what I ... somehow ... heard. Faintly, a voice saying, “I’m glad you made it home, Pat. Semper Fi, buddy.”The big guy broke down in tears. Reagan was still Presidential. “Son ... I’m sorry you’re gone. You have my word, I’ll do my best to make sure all your brothers and sisters come home. And that we do what this Messenger has told us, to live in peace from now on.” Reagan bowed.