Gordon Liddy is my muse, in the tunnel of love, a tale of the Cold War, Black Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,

Thursday, Friday Holmes, Payne on the case.

2.

I had deeper prejudices waiting off stage, but checked them while transferring from shipped to

German shore. My travel agent had arranged for a huge blue car to meet me on the

K. I don't go where I can't be driven. And it was an expected first lesson in German as that, unlike everywhere else I've been on this earth,

the driver and car were punctual and obliging.

I felt eager for exploring when Frau Yodel's voice surprised me.

Her pain, aren't you going to say goodbye?

I was surprised how quickly nurses had passed through customs, given that they were nationals returning

from Africa.

As for me, the officials had treated my bald eagle like a carte blanche, which both pleased

and worried me.

Her pain, tip, you didn't kiss us goodbye, continued Frau Yodu.

Heidi Men handled her giant bag to the ground and asked me of the Mercedes,

Is this yours?

I was nabbed, another getaway in the trash.

My choice now was selfish American or showy gentleman.

I didn't hesitate and introduce the car a pet at their pretty feet.

Oh, Her pain, said Frau Yolle.

Wunderbar, how kind.

She didn't bother with my ruse anymore, telling me an exacting German that they were in a hurry to catch their train at Hamburg south.

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