He lets the metal of his belt hang slack and begins to unbutton his shirt instead. I watch his fingers move, swiftly freeing each button, guiding them...out of their bindings. After he finishes freeing his belly from its cage his happy trail curls up from between the two pieces of cloth. He unfastens his pants, releases a large breath, and fiddles with his zipper before pulling the metal down to its end. It gapes open revealing wild brown turfs of hair. No boxers this time, finally.Mike sits up. My ladies’ English was just barely adequate to maintain a conversation, so I was occasionally called upon to translate.After twenty minutes of conversation, the First Lady said to Mary, “I have been admiring the earrings you ladies are wearing. I think they are gorgeous and I wouldn’t mind getting a pair for myself. Where did you buy them?”Mary took her earrings off handing them to the First Lady to examine. “Doug bought the earrings in the Multiverse, for the Embassy ladies to wear at official. ..” She put her hand on her bald head. “He blamed me for this and he blamed me for not trying hard enough. He couldn’t accept the fact that Brian wanted nothing more to do with me and the feeling was mutual.”“I had a sense there was more to this story.”“We got to the point that neither of us could stand the sight of the other. Then came the economic collapse. His partnership dissolved and they began liquidating properties, mostly for a loss. I moved into the bungalow to get away from that. ”“They went through Francis Baudin’s mansion in five minutes. They killed everyone and everything in that house. The only sound they made was their guns and grenades going off.”“We saw the beds. We couldn’t figure out why they blew the shit out of the beds.”“When you went in a room with a bed, did you check under it for a person?”“Yeah. We looked.”“They didn’t look. They just lobbed a grenade under the bed. If there was a person there, well the person wasn’t an issue any longer. If not, the bed.