“Be right down,” he said, and hung up.
Rachel was nowhere in sight.
What the hell did I expect?
She had to go home to her husband and the kiddies.
As he dressed, he tried to recall how well he had done in his attempt to get out of the affair as gracefully as possible.
If ending an affair means the cessation of sexual activity between the participants, I am still up to my ears—well over my ears—in this one.
Rachel had her tongue down my throat and her hand on my wang no more than sixty seconds after she appeared at the door.
But, despite that, she had not been as anxious to get nailed as she was to hear “finally” about the Russian. I had to tell her about Orlovsky before I could get her to take her underpants off.
Did I tell her too much?
Probably. Both before Nailing One, and before Nailing Two, as she was still interested in the Russian after Nailing One and brought the subject up again. Satisfying her female curiosity was the price of Nailing Two.
But what’s the difference? She can’t tell anybody, not even her husband. If she did that, he would want to know why I told her, and she certainly didn’t want to open that subject up for discussion.
I don’t remember much of what happened—anything that happened—after Nailing Two. I must have passed out.
Did I wake up later and see that she was gone? Did that happen, or am I just supposing it did?
What I am going to have to do is admit I failed to end the affair because I was a little drunk and thinking with my dick.
Ending the affair now goes on the Que Será Será list beside the FBI finally catching up with me.
Five minutes after his phone rang, he was on the sidewalk outside the hotel, getting into an ambulance.
[ THIRTEEN ]
Commanding Officer’s Quarters
Kloster Grünau
Schollbrunn, Bavaria
American Zone of Occupation, Germany
1920 10 November 1945
First Sergeant Dunwiddie pushed open the door to Cronley’s room without knocking. Cronley was asleep in bed and did not wake, although he was usually a very light sleeper.
Dunwiddie, none too gently, shook his shoulder.
“If that printout is to tell me Konstantin is safe in Buenos Aires, you are forgiven,” Cronley said when he opened his eyes.
“Not exactly, Jim,” Dunwiddie said as he handed the SIGABA printout to him.
“What the hell?” Jimmy said as he began to read:
PRIORITY
TOP SECRET LINDBERGH
DUPLICATION FORBIDDEN