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your beach resort and enjoy one last day of mad freedom。 And tomorrow； right after breakfast； we are getting married。 Do you promise？〃
〃There is just one question 。 。 。〃
〃Promise； Slippery Jim； I know you！〃
〃You have my word except 。 。 。〃
She braked the car to a skidding stop and I found myself looking down the barrel of my own 。75 recoilless。 It looked very big。 Her knuckle was white on the trigger。
〃Promise you quick…witted slippery tricky crooked lying con man or I'll blow your brains out。〃
〃My darling； you do love me！〃
〃Of course I do。 But if I can't have you all to myself I'll have you dead。 Speak！〃
〃We get married in the morning。〃
〃Some men are so hard to convince；〃 she whispered； slipping the gun into my pocket and herself into my arms。 Then she kissed me with such delicious intensity that I almost looked forward to the morrow。
Chapter 2
〃WHERE ARE YOU GOING； Slippery Jim？〃 Angelina asked； leaning out of the window of our room above。 I stopped with my hand on the gate。
〃Just down for a quick swim； my love；〃 I shouted back and swung the gate open。 A 。75 roared and the ruins of the gate were blown out of my hand。
〃Open your robe；〃 she said； not unkindly； and blew the smoke from the gun barrel at the same time。
I shrugged with resignation and opened the beach robe。 My feet were bare。 But of course I was fully dressed； with my pant legs rolled up and my shoes stuffed into my jacket pockets。 She nodded understandably。
〃You can e back upstairs。 You're going nowhere。〃
〃Of course I'm not。〃 Hot indignation。 〃I'm not that sort of chap。 I was just afraid you might misunderstand。 I just wanted to nip into the shops and 。 。 。〃
〃Upstairs。〃
I went。 Hell hath no fury etc。 was invented to describe my Angelina。 The Special Corps medics had stripped her of her homicidal tendencies； unknotted the tangled skeins of her subconscious and equipped her for a more happy existence than circumstance had previously provided。 But when it came to the crunch she was still the old Angelina。 I sighed and mounted the stairs with leaden feet。
And I felt even more of an unthinking fiend when I saw that she was crying。 〃Jim； you don't love me！〃 A classic gambit since the first woman in the garden； but still unanswerable。
〃I do；〃 I protested； and I meant it。 〃But； it's just 。 。 。 reflex。 Or something like that。 I love you； but marriage is； well； like going to prison。 And in all my crooked years I have never been sent up。〃
〃It is liberation； not captivity；〃 she said and did things with her makeup that removed the ravages of the tears。 I noticed for the first time that she had white lipstick on to match her white dress and a little white lacy kind of thing in her hair。
〃This is just like going swimming in cold water；〃 she said； standing and patting my cheek。 〃Get it over with quickly so you won't feel it。 Now roll down your pants and put those shoes on。〃
I did； but when I straightened up to answer this last fatuous argument I saw that the door had opened and that a Marriage Master and his two witnesses were standing in the next room。 She took my arm； gently； I'll say that for her； and at the same time the recorded strains of the mighty organ filled the air。 She tugged at my elbow。 I resisted for a moment； then lurched forward as a gray mist seemed to fall over my eyes。
When the darkness lifted the organ was bloating its dying notes； the door was closing behind the drafting backs and Angelina stopped admiring her ring…decorated finger long enough to raise her lips to mine。 I had barely enough strength of will left to kiss her first before I groaned。
There were a number of bottles on the sideboard and my twitching fingers stumbled through them to unerringly find a knobby flask of Syrian Panther Sweat； a potent beverage with such hideous aftereffects that its sale is forbidden on most civilized worlds。 A large tumbler of this was most efficacious； I could feel it doing me harm； and I poured a second one。 While I was doing this and immersed in my numbed thoughts a period of time must have passed because Angelinamy Angelina （suppressed groan）now stood before me dressed in slacks and sweater with our bags packed and waiting at her side。 Tie glass was plucked from my fingers。
〃Enough private whoopee；〃 she said； not unkindly。 〃We'll celebrate tonight but right now we have to move。 The marriage record will be filed at any moment and when our names hit the puter it's going to light up like a knocking shop on payday。 By now the police will have tied us in to most of the crimes of the past two months and will e slavering and baying after us。〃
〃Silence；〃 I ordered； swaying to my feet。 〃The image is a familiar one。 Get the car and we will leave。〃
I offered to help with the bags but by the time I municated this information she was halfway down the stairs with them。 With this encouragement I navigated the hazard and reached the door。 The car was outside humming with unleashed power； the side door open and Angelina at the wheel tapping her foot with equally unleashed impatience。 As I stumbled into it the first tentacles of reality penetrated my numbed cortex。 This car； like all otter ground cars on Kamata； was steam powered and the steam was generated by the bustion of a specie of peat bricks fed to the furnace by an ingenious and unnecessarily plicated device。 It took at least a half an hour to raise steam to get moving。 Angelina must have fired up before the wedding and planned every other step as well。 My solitary contribution to all this was a private drunk which had been very little aid at all。 I shuddered at what this meant； yet was still driven to the only possible conclusion。
〃Do you have a drive…right pill？〃 I asked； hoarsely。
It was in the palm of her hand even as I spoke。 Small； round； pink； with a black skull and crossbones on it。 A sobering invention of some mad chemist that worked like a metabolic vacuum cleaner。 Short minutes after hitting the hydrochloric acid pool of my stomach the ingredients would be doing a blitzkrieg attack through my bloodstream。 Not only does it remove all of the alcohol but strips away all of the side products associated with drinking as well； so that the pitiful subject is instantly cold sober and painfully aware of it。
〃I can't take it without water；〃 I mumbled； blinking at the plastic cup in her other hand。 There was no turning back。 With a last happy shudder I flipped the deadly thing into the back of my throat and drained the cup。
They say it doesn't take long； but that is an objective time。 Subjective was hours。 It is a most unusual experience and difficult to describe。 Imagine if you will what it feels like to take the nozzle of a cold water hose in your mouth and then to have the water turned on。 And then； an instant later； to have the water gushing in great streams from every orifice of your body； including the pores； until you are flushed pletely clean。
〃Wow；〃 I said weakly； sitting up and dabbing at my forehead with my handkerchief。 The houses of a small village rushed by and were replaced by farmlands。 Angelina drove with calm efficiency and the boiler chun