"The rest of us, two gees, Toby, Sarah and myself, sneaked further into the camp. One of the gees with a Tommy gun was clanking it against something, ...I made him stop. When we reached the bunker, I opened the hatch. I went in and turned on my flashlight, Sarah right behind me. The smell like gasoline was stifling in here. In one corner were eight sets of two tanks with a pipe attached to them. Sarah softly whistled and took several pictures of them. "Do you know what these are?" I shook my head. I noticed that three guys were paying her particularly close attention and were moving closer and closer to where she was dancing on her own, as they moved closer I realised that two out of the three were black. As they moved next to her she turned and without hesitation began to dance with them, teasing each one at a time. Like a naughty minks she ground her hips into one whilst looking the other deeply into his eyes and then alternate to the third. She repeated this over and over and I could. “I wish I knew the reason for this migration of wanderers. If they were really part of an army, I would expect them to have some expertise in fighting as a group. The ones we have encountered don’t seem to have that expertise, unless.”Maranga looked at him inquiringly. “Unless what?”“Unless they started a very long way away from here, and have lost the ones with the expertise and collected new blood as they went along. Gradually the new blood would be assimilated; someone new would take charge,. That did it. We had both cheated at the same party, being a bit sauced and neither of us had fooled around prior to that. We were in the same boat, weren't we? I didn't need her double standards. I needed her to get her head screwed on straight and let this go just as I had.I was furious with her, but it still hurt, so I went off to lick my wounds, telling Jane, "I'm going to Cavanaugh's. When you're ready to get your head out of your ass and forgive me the way that I forgave you, maybe we can.