She jumped out and kept her coat held tight to her as she neared the fire. I said you know John don't you honey? Yes, you and that Johnson boy are bud...ies. He laughted and said yeah but I don't tell any one . My wife knew Johnson well , he has fucked her three times. Well John's buddys said we are going John you want a ride? I told John to stay I'll carry you home , we just got here. OK, he said and the three guys turned and started toward their truck. As they walked off John was facing me and. I hired two college kids looking for Christmas cash, to be sales people. Both had lots of knowledge but were only allowed to sell the coins. This left me more time to spend on buying coins from the people who walked in.Gold had soared to six hundred dollars an ounce. Art said he couldn't wait any longer, and he cashed out. He did well. He had just over 3-mil left, after commissions and taxes. I had an auto-sell order in for eight hundred fifty dollars an ounce, so I was happy to wait.December. And since no one had learned of my West Coast involvement, I wasn’t even remotely in the spotlight.Ash told me that in the old days, J. Edgar days, the FBI would have smashed SING, found enough dirt on RightWorld to close them down. I’m glad the feds don’t, or can’t, do that. But sometimes... It’s distressing to see Pilar, usually so determined, so fierce, so certain, sidelined with the flu. It’s a rough go. She looks so small, so frail. Her cinnamon skin is pale, her eyes glassy; she seems. Success was the only option in a Swamp Dog operation. I had obviously just failed since they had me come home with my tail between my legs. I hated feeling the way I did, but there was no other way to see it.They wanted me to feel like I was going to be interrogated. That was meant to make me as uncomfortable as possible. I couldn't go to dinner in the mess hall. I was being treated as a prisoner. The food was brought to me at the cabin on a tray by an operative who said nothing.I stoked the.