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Picking Losers
I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.
—Thomas Jefferson
Standing in the women’s restroom in the White House where she’d planted the vidcam, Trixie wriggled out of her clothes, as was de rigueur for her contacts with her real boss, the Russian Union Premier. She thrust out her chest, swayed her hips, and started her report. “Things are still really tense here. As I reported earlier, they’re bringing the California governor here to be tried for treason, and we’re rounding up his most fervent followers as well. So Chiefy may survive this after all if the Secret Service doesn’t shoot him themselves.”
She paused. “I saw your message asking if I should get out. It was very sweet of you.” She blew him a kiss
