The bartender rolls her eyes at the guy who just spent the nightwhispering to a bottle of Therapist (90 proof), and waves me out thedoor.The streets h...re are horrible. Concrete instead of ferrocrete orpermacrete. Stained with ash from the mags of the cars. They're beingrained on.The rain is horrible. Sweet and nauseating, never enough to get you wet,only damp and sticky.The planet is horrible. Class M, but it's not Earth and I'm remindedevery time it rains, or fogs, or whatever. No snow.. " And all the rest, including figuring out where they went." I believe it's all here if I can have a little assistance." Shit, what do we have to lose? Nobody's chasing us off yet. Let's hear it Jager." I'd like to get a man up on the hill to look for sniper pits, and I'd like a man to follow these truck tracks to see if one splits off from the rest and heads west."Lt. Barber barked out. "Bradley, get the ATV; follow these tracks just to the end of the gulley; see if one splits west. If you see. That’s all I know about him. I swore I’d never cheat again. I met J.L., fell in love with the, proverbial, rich guy and started my career as caretaker for a sick man. It’s been nearly three years since he and I had sex, but I never wanted to cheat on him… well, I wanted to, I just didn’t. Now that he’s gone, it’s not cheating… and God, it was good.” Tee lay naked on my bed as I, also still naked, easily opened a couple of files on the laptop. J.L. had a complete list of his twelve passwords. Gumbo’s on the stove simmering, there’s a big pot of rice, Carla’s made potato salad, and everybody grabs a bowl and fixes it up his own way.At the table, dad bowed his head to say a blessing, then we tackled the fare. Chicken and sausage gumbo’s a wintertime staple and that’s what we had.What we also had was talk, Jeff about his job, me and Sunny about our job, Dad about his, Mom hers. Mom’s thinking of quitting – no kids at home, could volunteer, do ladies’ groups. Sunny and Carla did a side.