He tries to carry on cleaning when his manly instincts take over and he can't help but be turned on by Jasmine. He can see everything through her nigh...ty, and she hasn't even worn any underwear to bed, the naughty bitch. She never does when Stan stays over. This is becoming more and more frequent. Jasmine trails her hand down her body, from her pretty face, down to her stomach which Stan is now fixated on. He knows where to look and can't help it. Jasmine licks her lips and stares into his. Even if most of the country is dead, we still have a functioning government of sorts and it's not so much the morality or law that concerns me, it's drawing attention to what you are doing. If a bunch of people all of a sudden took over a hotel, it would bring unwanted attention. No, we need to be much more subtle to keep a low profile." We will need a hospital eventually. Is there an empty clinic or something like that we could use, maybe something in the sticks." Beth said."We don't need a. " So what did you do about it?"I shrugged. "I wrote her a poem." A poem." Yes." A poem? You gave it to her?" Sure."Anita's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. "Well, what did she do?"I shrugged. "She cried." She... cried?" Yes. You know, a little tear, right here. Just a little one. Then she said thank you and we went to a movie."Anita stared at me, leaning against the back of her chair.I finished, "And that's all there was to it."She said slowly, amused, incredulous, "Is this a true story?". Sure, Gespacci's restaurants were one source of income, but Chenosh preferred something different. Deciding to open a drug rehab, and free clinic in the middle of his new territory, Chenosh setup shop. Junkies, street walkers, and bums were began to visit them and the new businesses easily paid for themselves. The rehab. was practically turning a miracle cure that helped anyone kick their habit."Your Drug Rehab, and free clinic centers are running smoothly sir. The proceeds from the Rehab alone.