"Et tu, Brute?" I said and then turned to Aristotle. "Okay then, I'll go to this meeting, but I want you to warn the others about what is happening an... to try to keep an eye on me. I'll try to create more of Nemesis to watch me and to act as messengers." I said.Aristotle watched me closely, "You seem more relaxed now, can I ask why?" He said enquiringly."It's because of what you've just told me!" I said and at his surprised look I continued, "Your words told me that I would be alright - I have. She had thrown herself together a sloppy sandwich from the last of my good deli pastrami and managed to slobber imported mustard and barbecue potato chip crumbs all over herself and the chair. I'm proud of that chair. Cost me $15 at Goodwill. The last straw was when she reached for the drapes to wipe her hands clean. "Dammit, woman, getcher filthy paws offa my Muppets curtains!" I threw open the hall doorway, propelled her through it, and hurled her backpack, shitkicker boots, leather pants and. But apparently some girl and her guy were having a disagreement about who was going to drive the car home. From what we could hear the guy was sure he was sober enough to drive, but the girl had no intention of getting in the car with him behind the wheel. As I said we couldn’t see them, we could just hear them over the other side of the parking area. Suddenly we heard the guy shout, ‘No bloody chick drives me around!’ or something like that. Then a car door slammed and the headlights came on. . uh... the only clean pair, um, Elaine could find." I think they look quite fetching on you." Sarah smiled at him. "I could loan you some pantyhose to help hold that little monster down, if you like." No, thanks. I'll, I'll be okay." You might enjoy it. I've got a tight, silky pair that would make all that rubbing around quite exciting, Wes, and you never know...I might enjoy taking them off of you. Think about it."Sarah winked at him and pulled the cart into business class.Wes kept his head.