I also hunt and fish when there’s time. Actually, I have more time since I finally finished school and don’t work a part-time job in addition to c...ass and study time. It’s nice to just have one time of that type taking my time.”She asked, “Do you go to a church?”“Yes, I’m Methodist. Our church has a Wednesday night supper and Bible study and then services on Sunday. I enjoy both.”She looked satisfied. “I’m Baptist.”I grinned. “I’ve heard that a Methodist is just a Baptist who’s afraid of. You were a large part of that. They made it clear your approval was critical to me. And you were -- indifferent." No I wasn't. But unlike some, if it's not busted, I have no desire to try to fix it." That sucked rocks!" Clarice told her, but without heat. "But, getting back to camp, I didn't know what to do about you. In spite of everything I was prepared to come up to your cabin some night and we'd go out back and settle things."Clarice shivered histrionically. "Oh, would that have been a bad. I needed the help too. I had cloth tightly wrapped around my chest and felt unsteady on my feet. I managed to take a leak by myself by leaning on the wagon and tottered over to the main fire to get a cup of coffee from the common pot. I was greeted by most of the people around the fire and found myself being given a choice of bacon, buffalo, corn mush or eggs from one of the Patterson's chickens as well as bread or some of last night's soup. Claire, Elizabeth and Louise made sure my cup didn't. The toilet attendant then told me that the guy who wrote the graffiti was a friend of his and would pop by at 5pm when they closed. "If you want to meet a deviant, come at 5pm!" With that, he turned away and went back into his little room.I walked home. it was lunch time and was thinking about what to do, but at 4:30 I made my excuses at home and walked back to the park. I walked slowly, not scared, but apprehensive and very curious. When I got the toilet, the attendant was closing up. He led.