The way his fingers so quickly flicked through the paper notes showed how experienced he was in money-handling. Mark looked up at me. I kept reminding...myself that I was wearing a mask, so Mark couldn't know who I really was."Leon!" he said, finishing up his money-counting before getting up to shake my hand. "I've heard much about you. It's great to finally meet you."Finally meet me? Mark had never met this Leon character before, but Mark certainly knew my voice, so if I was going to speak to. But believe me, when you cross it, the hell that will rain down on you and all of the men you have been fucking will be incalculable.”With that I left the party and, instead of going to the Hampton, I went home. I figured that she would be pissed and that if she was going to fuck somebody, she would bring him home to our bed and leave me waiting at the hotel.I sat in the dark, drinking unsweetened ice tea. No beer or booze for me, I was taking no chance of losing control in an argument. When. But now he was kept hidden by a government in ruins. The KGB had even stopped watching his movements long ago. But the lack of prying eyes left him feeling as if he was a bad memory that had already been forgotten. Approaching his mid-eighties, the infirmities of old age have conspired to have him remain a virtual prisoner in this small apartment outside Moscow. Waiting for the moment when death will leave him not much more than a footnote to the darker side of humanity. In his youth, he. That’s when she’d take the visiting guy, or pick one if there were more, back to the other room in the cabin, close the door so as not to interfere with the TV watching, and get to play the kind of ball, or more accurately balls, that she liked the best.If it was the first time for Myrtle’s halftime entertainment, they might be kinda worried when she whispered the invite in their ear but she assured them that her husband was fixated on the TV. His eyes were glued and he reached for beer or.