I sagged with relief asBetty's eyes caught mine. Betty could not blackmail me. We were in thesame boat! A single tiny tear had escaped down her cheek ...s she noddedher secret confession."Can I share him?" she whispered. "I really do love animals."I swallowed nervously. Betty's confession had thrown me completely.'Was she really into animals that much?' I asked myself. I mean; Iconsidered my case to be different! I had unwittingly become Billy'spartner by force of circumstance. My overwhelming. I'd had a couple of encounters with some older guys in my local public toilets in my early twenties and they were mind-blowing. I would hang around the place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars looking for a little sexual gratification. One Sunday, on a bitterly cold January afternoon, I noticed one of the usual suspects hanging around the toilet block. He was a short guy, chubby, balding and somewhere between his late 50's and early 60's. I had observed him as I sat in. Her skin tone is highlightedby the open white blouse which, covering her arms and shoulders, hangs,like a drape, behind her back. Her right leg is lifted and bent sharplyat the knee, while her right thigh is straight, a posture that revealsthe strength of the muscles beneath the smooth contours of her thighs andclaves. She is a beautiful woman, but, beneath her sleek, feminineexterior, lies a strength that may not be readily apparent, especiallywhen she is fully clothed.The mix of strength. Even the fact that I was a black Canadian had helped immensely.“What do you want me to say?”“You don’t need to say anything.” She smiled at me, a little sadly. “Just know that it has to end sometime.”“You don’t mind me trying to extend that “sometime” as far away as possible?”She laughed delightedly and touched my hair. “No.”I found that I had to act as an arbitrator for most treaties and agreements. No side had a concept of “fair”: Israeli negotiators had a constant fear of being a freier;.