The game was a friendly one. Table stakes and a $5.00 limit. Professional gamblers couldn’t be bothered at this level. But if they had been, they wo...ld have been surprised at the expertise of the players. All four were experts, and these meetings were more an exercise of ability than financial profit. Cash was considered a way to keep score rather than a path to riches.While the game was a regular event, and these four players were usually in attendance, from time to time, others had been. He was a short, fat, bald guy."That's the Chief of Staff," the SGM whispered, and after he had left, "nobody likes him, even the General, but DA stuck us with him."The General waved us in from his desk. He was on the phone. We went in and closed the door."Just a minute, Bill," the General said, " I want to put the phone on speaker so my Sergeant Major can hear this." He pushed buttons and moved the head-set while he told us," I have the G-1 at DA on the line." Go ahead, Bill." Charlie, like I. "Stop it! You can't win against me!"Debby shudders again and her ministrations slow. Cassie bites her lip. Come on, Mrs. Radson. Come on. You can do it.Cassie looks up, and for a moment, she is petrified. It is as if a bright, sinister green eye had locked with hers, its gaze dark and evil. But then light glints off gold, and she blinks. It is only Melissa's pendant, its five-pointed star laying against a breast.Debby moans in despair, and her face drops to Susan's mound. She licks with even. He grins and adds, “The first was making the deal with Robert. The second was thinking we wouldn’t strike back at him and TG. We now have the control of both companies. We should be able to do what the two of them wanted - combine the companies, because I’m fairly certain nearly all the shares of both our companies are between us, Stanley, Harry, and Kelly; and we have the controlling amounts for both.” Even Kyle can hear Harry laughing at his explanation.Charlotte listens some more then hangs.