" My son is getting married and I'm throwing a bachelor party for him. I figure about twenty to twenty-five guys will be there. I got a stripper comin... but she told me that anything over ten is too many for her. Would Mona go for helping out?" I don't know, I'll ask her and let you know."Just then my cell phone rang. I answered it, "Hello? Okay, I'm on my way." I got off my stool, said goodnight to Jerry and went to pick Mona up at the motel room. I knocked twice, waited and then knocked twice. Don't ask me what we had been talking about, I was not paying much attention to the talk. He accepted my invitation. On the way to my room, the talk did get personal. I asked him if he was gay, and he said, "Yes". He seemed surprised I figured it out. He also seemed surprised that if I had figured it out, why would I ask him back to my room? I told him I had been having a lot of thoughts about same sex encounters. I decided I was "Bi-Curious". He was satisfied, maybe even pleased,. Mrs. Dunn was my kind of woman and I didn’t care if the room was damp and over priced I would be moving in just to see more of her. As it happened the room was perfect and the price was affordable. A week later and I was settling in fine and getting on with Mrs. Dunn just great, she often caught me staring at her sexy body and just smiled at me. Then one morning I was having a bath when Mrs. Dunn walked in on me (I had forgotten to lock the door) she was only wearing a silky red and black. That was the logic of MAD: mutually-assured destruction. The enemy would not strike first if they could not assure their own survival. Mertvaya Ruka made safety impossible. Even if a first strike decapitated the entire chain of command, the Dead Hand needed no human orders to accomplish its mission. On that day, Petrosian entered the cramped quarters where he spent hours each day. He had already exhausted the military library, having become so desperate as to read about the fungi of Estonia and.