He chatted with the manager as his beer, chips and pretzels were rung up.Gilbert lived for his weekends alone. He and his hippy parents had their diff...erences, which had eventually led to him telling them off and leaving to join the military. Even though he had been out of the Corps for two years, he still kept his hair cut short. Not high-and-tight short, but he would never be comfortable with his hair growing over his ears again.The one thing he did miss about home, though, was the comfort of. My moms pretty cool she lets me talk a lot of shit to her but we never spoke about sex things yet. So I was surprised by her response. "Oh you saw it hey" she laughs. Then looks at me "You must get that fun side from me, but I'm glad you have a good apatite for sex, its healthy and fun" she give me a dirty smirk. "I hope you using protection when having sex with guys"I look at her shocked and get a little bit more excited, "I do have a good sex life but I always feel like I'm not good" I. She knew what her role was: she performed it well. She eased childbirth. She set broken bones. She listened to the petty squabbles and voiced a wisdom cured with experience. She remembered the chants that brought the rain. Yes, she was still a vital part of the life of her people.The drums began to beat and somewhere nearby a piper was blowing a melancholy tune, sad to see the sun wink out. She felt an arm around her shoulders. Turning she saw a familiar profile, her consort on those long ago. She promised they would find out most of it at morning assembly, and they could ask her more after that.On the way to their room, she asked whether Victoria was aware that anything they said could be heard by hidden microphones. She answered that most of them suspected as much, but they weren't sure. Sometimes it seemed like the adults knew everything they said. Other times, it was as though they had not heard a thing. Linda outlined the monitoring centre, and said that the times they had not.
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