I smile to myself as I feel someone approach behind me. ‘Anyone for blind mans bluff?’ I here a smooth silky voice enquire, before I have time to ...nswer a scarf is tied over my eyes and I’m being spun around and around. My head swirls as the alcohol makes me even more disoriented I feel big strong hands on my shoulders and hear laughter as people scurry to hide. I close my eyes and my other senses take over. I smell someone close by, they smell of sweet clean smelling aftershave. I trip over my. I could hear the giggle in her voice. I bowed my head and thanked every god I could think of. I don’t think I had realized until that moment how much I had really missed her. ‘So……I called. Now the ball’s in your court. What are you going to do?’ she asked. God, she sounded good. I could hear how happy she was. There’s something in the pitch or timbre of a voice, you can tell when someone is truly happy to talk to you. I felt it. In spades. She was as glad to hear my voice as I was to hear. I don't think that Carmelo and Martin would want to meet them." I thought about the whole thing. Carmelo and Martin had been right: this was not a group I wanted to be involved with."What does your father do?" I was genuinely curious. I was a good Canadian. All the Americans I knew had been anti-Nixon. And what Sebastien had been doing -- laundering money for the Committee to Re-Elect the President, supporting the Watergate break in ... I recalled all that talk of wads of hundred dollar bills. ------I am carried back to the village, hanging from a pole, tied by my hands and my feet. The man who have knocked me out with his heavy club go first and the two men carry a pole between them, resting on the shoulders. In the dream, I see the scene and see myself hanging from the bar with my hair hanging down. The man who goes first looks grim and he carries the club in his right hand. Presumably his testicles still hurt a lot after I kicked him.When after several hours I come to I have a.