"Um, honey, I thought that maybe would change up the costumes a little. Is that OK?" Claire asked me."Sure Claire." Good, because I was thinking that...you would pull off being Sarah Palinbetter than me." What?" I asked."You are going as Palin and I will be McCain. I have all the wigs andmakeup we will both need to pull this off. I bought some clothes thatshould fit you and..." I don't think so, Claire" I said."Aw, come on Mark. This will be fun."Claire gave me that look that I could never. In more civilised times you couldn't test such a theory on acity full of people; in war time you can."I hated that I might be right. We were unquestionably the good guys inthis conflict, and the good guys are supposed to be better than that. Butthen it's been observed that no side ever comes out of any war withentirely clean hands. I wish it were otherwise."You seem very well-informed on the subject," said Helmut, looking at mecuriously."I read a lot, remember?" I said. "I think I must have. I saw his eyes on my nipples, I confess, I was past caring and I wanted him to see me in such an excited state and before long, he was refilling my glass, warning me that we had had not eaten any food yet.Right at that moment I was looking at his crotch and thinking sausage. That made me laugh.'Are you feeling like I am feeling', he finally asked me? Remembering my sisters request I was thinking, 'He is in on it, it was him who asked my sister to let him have me', so in my own drunkish way, I. He is a white, about 50 or so and I think he is one of the bosses of his company. The button for the parking garage was already pushed so the elevator started down. It stopped on the next floor and two more people got in. I knew both of them. One was David who does the same kind of work that I do. He is tall and slim and I think is a couple years younger than me. The other was our mail boy. He had only started with us a couple months before. If I remember what he said correctly, he is 18 and.