"I don't know who said that. I was too stunned to notice."What?" I said, aghast."It's the only way," said Chris. "We both know that whoever loses wi...leventually try to get you back. And we know that you won't refuse him."I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off."Don't deny it. The only way to solve this is to put one of uspermanently out of the picture, out of reach of temptation, as it were.We'll use the statue one last time and then get rid of it, sell it oneBay perhaps. Then that. Now Mike and I had had planned to start losing in the beginning so the girls would get comfortable with the game plus it would give us more time for the wine to take effect. So the first 3 hands was lost by me, and I removed both shoes and a sock, then Mike had a bad streak of luck and he lost the next 4 hands and had to remove his shoes and socks. The girls were giggling every time we lost and were enjoying the show because we made a big deal when ever we lost and very slowly and seductively. "Yes, something came up," I said. "Really?" "Yes, I found out that you and Pollard have been playing me. Tanya outted you," I said. "Got anything to say?" "Oh my God!" she said. "I doubt if God is on the side of liars," I said. "You and Pollard are liars." "Honey, it's not what you think," she said. "He and I, well, we just tried to give you a headstart. We knew you were too straight laced to go for it yourself. But, well that first night . . ." "Yeah the night my great dancing got me two. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew that if one looked the part and spoke the part, no one questioned who you really were. The CIA trained him to run black ops. Because of this, he preferred to be faceless, efficient and deadly. But his current position required people to know and fear him. The pay and power afforded him was worth the burden of.