“Holy shit, now what do we do?” “I guess just hope the story doesn’t get out any further than that”, Joey lamented. He could sense that ther... would be no repeat performances by Peggy if she knew someone’s parent found out what happened.Peggy was on cloud nine. She woke up still in the arms of her daughter. They grinned to each other as if to acknowledge what a crazy, but wonderful thing they did. They both showered together and washed each other intimately. Peggy knew that they had stepped over. I didn't think it would embarrass her, I just thought it would be unprofessional to be giving up any of our privileged information.I could tell my old friend was interested right away but he tried to keep his excitement under wraps."Is that who I think it is? Your old girlfriend all cozied up with the politician from hell."I nodded my head in the affirmative and we started to organize our thoughts on the likely candidates in the great state of Alabama. I told him that Birmingham and Montgomery. Sitting in the dark, cold car Evey questioned my feelings about the wholeexperience of feeling pretty, attracting the attention of young men andyet realizing the vulnerability that a young eye-catching woman has todeal with every day."How did you feel when the waiter was looking more at your boobs than yourface, I'm sure you noticed the guys, young and old glancing and leering atyou. Did you notice the different attitude of the sales ladies becausethey thought you were one of us?"Did you feel. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”― George Orwell, 1984 (First published in 1948)I returned to my centrally located base of operations in a former Jewish neighborhood in Berlin that was virtually deserted for reasons graphically described in “Mein Kampf”.