There were three adjacent stalls, and in the farthest stall I could see a pair of feet wearing casual brown loafers. I ducked down a little more to ge... a better view. I could see tan slacks resting about the man's ankles, and above the lowered trousers I caught a glimpse of ebony skin adorned with fine black leg hair. I smiled. I wouldn't have to wait this time. Taking a deep breath, I entered the middle stall and locked the door, hanging my top and skirt on the peg. Then, I put my duffel bag. They were both eager to leave, though their motives were quite distinct. It turned out that some of Karl's worries were valid, since the entire Von Greiner tribe awaited them at Maureen's. Then again, since this was a party in their honor, they could be forgiven for being "fashionably late". That didn't mean that no one teased any of them. Grandpa and Uncle Earl took particular delight in cracking some jokes at their expense. Since Grandpa was known for his sense of humor, no one thought this. "Give me your hand." He did so. I held it and closed my eyes. "You need not worry about your family. Your cousin will be fine. You and I need to talk about legal matters. Don't fear me. I will not have you, nor any of your group, jailed." I turned to Fred. "Do you want to test me?"Fred was not happy. "No, boss. I believe you. I don' wanna find out nuttin'." Ted, you OK?" Yes, Patrick. I'm curious, though." Fred?" Yes, boss?" You went walkabout up near Cunnamulla? Go past Currawinya?" Yes,. .. the border conditions ... the national debt ... the reasons why a mortar team dared to set up within range of our nation's Capitol Building ... originated right here in this room." He expression was angry when he continued, at a more normal volume, but the timbre of his voice was still tight with anger, "Our military is smaller than our forces were at the beginning of the Second World War, and we're in the middle of a war! The men and women in this room allowed that to happen. We have been.