“Why?” the attendant said as he worked to get three pods open.“I’m serving in the same military,” I replied. “And I might have to trust on... of them to watch my back in battle. If that is going to happen I want someone I know and trust with me.”“Like any citizen can be trusted,” the attendant said bitterly. “They’ll try to steal your concubines constantly.”I shook my head. “Sorry you had a bad experience. Can Lenore remain in this room? She can just sit in a corner while the rest of us go. She had been back-packing aroundthe country taking what odd jobs she could to pay herway to the next town and ended up in Cradock more byaccident than intention. The semi had been going thatway and she hadn’t felt like walking any further soshe’d got in. The driver, Fat Mat was a slob who keptleering at her and made repeated sly comments about‘payment’ for the lift while scratching his crotchbeneath the overhang of his gut but she’d ignored himand was just glad to. In order to woo me further he invited me to his house for a dinner, which i accepted. I landed at their up market house a little after 9 pm with a bouquet for his wife and all prepared to give them the news of the contract. They were waiting at the porch as my chauffer drove me up. I was shocked to see anu looking absolutely radiant standing with her husband to welcome me. I could see the shock on her face as her husband introduced us and i handed over the bouquet to her. The wheel had turned a. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding around like some Fifties housewife's nightmare of a rockabilly (who.