The young preacher’s wife was just standing in the middle of the room crying when Chase told her to strip.“Please don’t make me humiliate myself...this way, at least let me undress in the bathroom,” Miranda begged Chase as she gave him a horrified look. She said her husband didn’t even watch her undress.Chase told her he was not her husband and if she didn’t want to be there all night, she had better start taking off her clothes. That day the young preacher’s wife was wearing a dress. With tears. Instead of looking for a place to work, look for a niche you are educated to fill and fill it. Make your own job.”“I sort of thought about that but it’s pretty clear that banks won’t loan money to a woman here and few men will work for one. I have completed a little over two years of college so should be able to contribute a lot but it doesn’t look like that is going to happen. This is almost totally a male dominated society.”Marty became worried by what he was hearing and asked, “Don’t tell me. They were her children in so many ways. As she approached the other end of the room the gray, black-veined curtain of flesh parted to her inner chambers. Here she had carved a small slice of Adar with her magics as well as the belongings she took with her when she exiled herself, turning this and that to her needs. It resisted as well, as all things wanted to stay what nature made them, but she bent them with little more difficulty than the meat. The rock in the room was now smoothed, bleached,. "Someone told me you liked good coffee," he said. "I'm Martin by the way." Well hello Martin, and thanks for the coffee. I didn't get a chance to refill my thermos," I said."Nada, so how you liking our little coal mine," he said."Well I have done worse things to stay alive," I said playing along. Martin wanted to be a tough guy, I decided instantly. Sometimes I did that and was very wrong but most of the time I pegged them pretty good. It might have been because he looked like a gym rat that I.