Everyone was convinced it would work, but ... it was untested. Unfortunately, if my decision was a mistake, we could never develop a community here, a... no one would trust our treatment again. If that happened, I would take you to Chicago with me. If you still trusted me, that is."Still naked, his gaunt visage even more drawn due to his recent illness, Bret joined the conversation. "It worked, though. Even suffering through several additional plagues, it was difficult, but easier than my first. It also let them collect a small stock so they could ship some to other bars, so that this didn't have to remain the only bar on the entire planet (or moon, or whatever you wanted to call it). We did prohibit alcohol transport off Hotel until we had seen how it worked out.It was amazing how many of our people had worked as a bartender, or as a waitress in a bar, or had simply spent so much time in a bar that they knew how to mix their favorite drinks.The other volume limit was "none as long as. ” “I don’t know how much longer I can stand it,” I confessed, eyes downcast and overcome with a need to lay bare my feelings. “I can barely function; all my thoughts revolve around you, from the moment I wake until I fall asleep. You’re my addiction. And I’m afraid. Afraid that this wicked world into which you’ve pulled me will soon crumble to dust, leaving me with nothing. We have to stop this! Please!” Somehow I had managed to say the words that had been at the top of my tongue. “I. Bill then could have a week off the first week of the year.Cindy slept in Paul's room now, the one with the twin beds. Ed and Sally moved to the master bedroom upstairs. Ed laughed the first night he occupied it. "Do you realize this is the first time I have slept in this bed since early October? And wonders, look who is here with me? Never, ever as long as you are with me am I going to give it up again. I'm home!"It was a busy week for Ed. He was covering for Bill at the factory and he was.