Doomsday Warrior 11 - American Eden - Plot & Excerpts
He loved the steam, the heat, the sweating. His flaccid, hairy body responded to it, sang with the steam hissing from the heated rocks. And he didn’t like to be disturbed in these sojourns into peace. The affairs of state were most trying, and he had to have his relaxation. The door at the far end of the misty room opened. A cool breeze came in. “Mannerly? Is that you? Shut the damned door.” “Sir,” said Mannerly, the butler, coming in quickly and closing the door, “where are you?” “Over here. At the far end. Come over here and speak. What do you want? What’s so important?” “Sir,” said the tall tuxedoed Mannerly, stepping carefully on the slick tiles, “there are visitors. Most urgent, they say.” “Urgent? Have you their card?” “Yessir,” Mannerly replied. “Then bring it here, at once.”
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