I hoped I had called in time."Hello?" she said. My heart bounced against my chest walls with the pleasure of her voice."Hi! It's me!" I said happily."...eorge! George, where are you? Are you here?'"Yes, puss, I'm here. Is there any way we can get together tonight? I said urgently, all in a rush. I was at the carousel by then and eagerly waiting for the bag and her answer."Oh,... well, let's see. Yes, I can do that. Yes. Can you meet me at the Sand Dune Restaurant, by the motel, George?"You have. I had the silver icons necessary to make the men into slaves to any degree I wanted. I wanted answers first. They came in a variety of languages. Most were French Canadian but some were Russian and English. Kapsirko Bakhtin was the main man behind this. He had sold a lot of weapons to Willie that eventually came to me.Kapsirko lived in Montreal where the main mob stronghold was for North America. Some thought New York or Vegas was, but the American police had whittled the mob's strength down. " Yeah. Tad's an asshole." He better keep away from Margie." Margie's way too smart for him. Her brain's too old. The toxic combination of naïveté and rebelliousness, fuck an older guy who sells drugs as a fuck you to mom and dad, that's the type for old Tad. It's like he sets a trap, a pussy trap, with marijuana, speed, cocaine or Ecstasy, whatever the kid's got an urge for, as bait." Jesus, Roger, some friend." We stopped being friends a long time ago. Business associates only. Even that I. It felt great and was a real bonding experience.Back then, the Internet was still in its infancy, so porn was not readily available like it is nowadays. Sex education was a practical lesson, by means of trial and error, limited to chatter on the school playground or a quick feel-up and a bit of tonsil hockey behind the bike sheds or sports hall.I myself never experimented with boys at school. Being shy and taciturn, I pretty much kept myself to myself and was satisfied to sit on the sidelines,.