"Does it matter?"

"I fail to see the significance of whether it is Jeffery who enjoys urinating in people's mouths, or my drinking of it," she replied, her head tilted slightly and looking quite confounded at my question. "Is it not enough that both of us are consenting, and that what we do harms no others?"

Leaning back into my seat, I fixed her an even gaze, but sighed. "I do not know about that. But I am fairly certain that ingesting Human Waste is not good for one's body."

She shrugged. "I have been drinking Urine regularly for near five years now, Mr. McKay. It doesn't seem to have caused me any harm."

I shrugged as well. Deciding to talk about other tings, Mrs. Gottlieb and I talked at length about her collection, her preferred authors, her history, and how she and her husband came to the conclusion of starting this commune.

To keep it brief, the Gottliebs and a certain few of their friends and associates felt that the constrains of their former homes were too stifling. That it defied the ideals upon which this country had been claimed to have been claimed by. Justice. Liberty. Freedom for all. That Men and Women alike, could do all that they wished, as there was aplenty to spare. Thus, once the Gottliebs had made up their minds that they wished to try their own hand at this most noble of pursuits, and recruited enough brave souls to join them, they set out in search of a place they could call their own.

"And here we are," Mrs. Gottlieb concluded, casting her gaze about the Room and out her Window. She had a look upon her face, as if she was remembering what used to be here before they had built upon it. "It wasn't always an easy start, of course. There were those that opposed Morris' selection of this place. Some who felt that trying to maintain our former, restrictive lifestyle was a better choice, and I can understand that. It is familiar to them. They knew how things worked. The Rules and the Consequences for not following. And then there are those who were, shall we say, of a more Conservative nature. They felt that, with Morris' idea of "Love and Openness", that Madsin would invite the Wrath of the Almighty."

"If they felt that way though, why would they have joined your husband's Expedition?"

She let out another long sigh and shook her head. "Who knows, Mr. McKay? Perhaps they thought that Morris didn't mean for his words to be taken literally. Perhaps they thought it was supposed to be a slogan. A sort of line of thought that was meant to be left up to the individual's interpretation. I do not know." Another sigh.

Setting my jaw, I nodded stiffly at her. Thanking her for her time, and their concern for my well-being via my house staff, I left the Gottlieb's residence. Looking out to the sky, and unsure if the darkness looming over was a storm overhead or simply the time asserting itself, I decided to return to my accommodation, when I met with someone on the way there.