"They're talking to someone in Hanoi. It seems they had some kind of explosion again last night and they are just getting back on the air."They're tel...ing them that all of the explosives in the new magazines went off last night. They want to know why Hanoi keeps sending them bad equipment and explosives. They are claiming it wasn't their fault," he finished with a laugh."Hanoi is responding now," Ernie continued, "The person there is screaming at the people in Attapu. He's calling them every. The elbow of one hand rested on the formica-topped desk while the other hand cradled a receiver into which she cooed softly. I stepped around her high chair, and keeping well out of sight, placed a hand on her brazenly stuck out bum and ran it lightly over her bottom. She turned her head slightly and shot me a rather spiteful glance but continued talking. I fondled one cheek, then the other, growing bolder by the minute. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand. I lifted. Nelson handed Gloria a file folder, “Questions for Bolton. I understand you have your own list?”The two attorneys scanned each other’s lines of inquiry.Gloria nodded, “Good. We’re thinking along similar lines.”Nelson pressed a button on a complicated desktop communications instrument, “We’re ready.”John Bolton and a distinguished-looking man in his 60s were ushered in. Mr. Attorney smiled and held out his hand, “Gloria.”“Ashford. This is Florence Nelson and Barbara Reynolds. Florence is in. The winds whistled through the treetops and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck were unnaturally aroused. The powerful force of uncertainty hung like a rain-cloud over..."Excuse me sir, how much is this tape?" I turned around sharply and saw the face of a young man with his date, holding a copy of "Snow Falling on Cedars". Why the fuck would he want to buy that?"It's three, six, one ninety-five," I replied sincerely with a nod and a smile, and turned around and walked away before they could.