There was no other road to salvation."Elise, Berthold, with minimal prodding by Alfred this filthy goatherd told how they viewed women – mere chatte...l, to serve man and to be used and treated as needed; children – to be shaped to God's will with a heavy hand, rigid rules and severe punishment for all misdeeds; the body – perfect in its godlike form and not to be despoiled by cosmetics or medicines in any way. And so on and on. It was so utterly disgusting that I asked Alfred to break off. We. Did you and husband make up this game?”“A friend of his taught us. We really like it. Tonight we are trying some new things.”“Giving me your number is part of the private game?”“That’s one of the new things I thought up. I want you to call me you the next time you’re in town.”“And when I call, you’re going to tell your husband you’re meeting me here at the Ritz?”“That’s what I hope will happen.”“That’s definitely going to happen. What will you tell him?”“We will meet for lunch and then go back. Wes: It means different things different times. In this case it meant the traitor to be killed on sight.Eddie: I'm going to ask you again. Were you ever a part of the Swamp Rats.Wes: No, but they were players in the same world as some of the CIA people. I recognize them when I see them, and they do as well. In some of the nastier places of the world, CIA operatives have told the bad guys where to find the contractors in order to save their asses. So the contractors are on the look out for those. I found it was a great way to recall events in my life and make them turn out as I would have liked, and to vicariously enjoy the pleasure of things I had never experienced. But I also discovered something else. I tended to get very emotionally involved with my characters, almost living the lives I wrote into my stories. I was never able to let anything bad happen to them in the end, and when a story was complete, sometimes I almost grieved, wanting it to continue, wanting to know more about.