My attitude continued on an upbeat path, and one day Doyle asked me about it. We both typically left around midnight unless one of us was hot at the t...ble. That wasn't typically me. That night, I invited him to dinner and he accepted.We both ordered steaks, and while we were waiting he asked, "You seem too young to afford losing the way you do every night at the tables. Are you planning to make it as a professional gambler or will you be ending up hitting me up for bus fare to get back to. Welty is away, his shift was over. Can I help?" Sure, Fred. Would you ask Joe Fabricci who his family doctor is: the one who prescribes his pills?" Can you hang on sir, or do you want me to phone you back?" Fred, why don't you take the phone to Mr Fabricci, and get him to tell me direct?" Good idea, sir. I'll do that."A minute later, Joe was there: "Governor?" Hello, Joe. Can you tell me who your doctor is; the one who prescribes the pills you take?" Oh, that's Doctor Beattie. Works at the. "You smell just like the whore next door," the man stood tall. He leaned into me as his hand held the gun and guided it over my trembling body. He traced its cold steel barrel over my tits. "Bedroom," he barked his command at me. He yanked my purse from my hand and dug my money out shoving it greedily into his pockets. Stepping back he dropped the bag to the floor and waved his gun for me to move.I walked toward the bedroom dreading what was going to happen. I don't like men. I don't like cock. After I handed Anton his beer I handed a Coors to each of them, not allowing Anton to refuse for them.“Anton, how long have you worked for the Russian government?”“Twenty eight years.”“Have all of them been in foreign service?” I asked.“No, four years in the military academy and then foreign service,” he replied.“How long have you been working for the government?” he asked. Sort of a tit for tat game, I thought.“Ten years and six weeks when I finish this stint. Ten in the Marines and the six.