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Then the record fades to gray, too fuzzy to read or remember. I wonder, did I have a good time? Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic tiles between my bare feet and tried not to public throw up and tried to make sense out of the fast forty-eight hours. I held my head between my hands and stared at the bathroom flooring between my toes. I was startled to notice the colony's toilet paper carried designs which matched the natural floral patterns baked into the ceramic squares. In the sport of survivalism, you win if you don't die. While I was miles away from mastering details of play, I had a hunch there were no sections devoted to designer TP in any prepper's manual. My head hurt thinking about it. The joy I felt at no longer being Sheila's "guest-prisoner" quickly faded as the ongoing war in my gut went nuclear. I sort of recall a post-midnight kitchen raid as my girlfriend, Seraina, StarShine, and I foraged for snacks and goodies. Anything to feed a wicked case of the munchies. Kitchen-Karma got its revenge as my stomach bubbled, gurgled, and churned like a science project gone bad. I clamped my jaws shut and fought the urge blondes to hurl. "Oh my fucking word, this sucks," I moaned. I couldn't think of a worse way to start a day. Foolish me. Diarrhea, the third Rider of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, hangover style, took its turn next to Nausea in a neck-and-neck run for the finish Big Tits line first. As I knelt before the porcelain throne, two fears overcame me. First, I thought I might die. Then, I was fearful I might live. For the next fifteen minutes, I bent double, maybe triple, as I wrung myself out and drained the swamp from both ends. Memo to self: booze is not your friend. If you ignore me I will just go.” “Yeah! She regained control of herself almost immediately. There is one conclusion. “When I stopped time right before his fist slammed into my face.” I felt like punching her, but she was in the passenger seat and I was in back behind the driver's seat, so I didn't make the effort. I was grateful for my short moment of freedom, but her fingers had found my balls. Cannibalism! The scent was just like her own though, pungent and alluring. I could not be more damned blondes if it were my own dead great-grandmother holding the interview. I tell the girls my new plan only to get an eye roll from both of them. “Of course you do,” he said grinning. “It’s not public like you’ve seen my browser history… have you?” It’ll do the Big Tits work for them.”