We lived together companionably enough, but the spark of sexual excitement and adventure had faded between us a long time ago.So, seeing her 'flirting... with this young black man seemed both strange, and yet, at the same time, it was more than a little exciting!I didn't ask her about her friendly exchange I'd witnessed till later that night as we were getting ready to go to sleep. We slept in separate bedrooms because I snore, and so as my wife was about to go down the hall to her room, I. The other three raised their glasses.“It’s a sweet deal. Fergie, you and Thomas must have negotiated the kimonos off them.”“We got them to open the kimono a bit. I think we’ll get it off them soon, though. In the meantime, we have cheap labor, an existing factory, and a first order for our clothing before we’ve even opened the doors!” Thomas Cyning was as happy as the rest of them. Partly, that Fergie had cut him in on the deal. Between the two of them, even with a translator between them, they. A very short phone call, just one word."Escite."Italian: "Exit." Spook traced it, but it was so brief that all he could tell me was that it was local and nearby, emanating from perhaps a ten- or twelve-block radius. The voice, he said, was Estrada's; for whatever reasons he was telling them to get out of where they were.They weren't in a hurry; they took the time to pack up their equipment before they got into their car. I hated just letting them go. But this elaborate effort was to trap. I’ve breached the quarantine, left the coup to open eyes to the light: streets are clogged with crashed cars & burning bodies now, rubble, debris, rat armies & burned skies: the electronic Word spread cover to cover, converting binary minds to the wisdom of the Cause, liberation through LCD screen. I embraced my new found freedom by assuming the rank of general in my Pal’s pet e-revolution, waging war & felling empires from the comfort of cramped & shadowed office basements. There is no.