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response on my Public-Private key scheme They said, 'Not yet practical' and set it up for another review in 18 months That was it Finis! The end, the proverbial straw that you've been looking for Is that what you want?” Miles tried desperately to ance as he looked at the IAS man

”What do you hope to do in the private sector? Most of your work is classified” The IAS man reuys who do crypto and need a good co door” Miles' diness did not sit ith IAS

”Yeah, you'll probably go to work for your wop friends in Sicily” The IAS man sarcastically accused

”Hey - you already know about that!” That royally pissed off Miles He didn't appreciate any dispersion on his heritage

”They're relatives, that's it Holidays, food, turkey, ham, and a bunch of booze And besides,” Miles paused and s as the Mafia”

By early evening they let hiiven 15 uard, and then escorted to the front gate All identification was removed and his files were transferred into the 'Monitor' section, where they would sit for at least one year The IAS people had finally satisfied theovernidity of a giant bureaucratic machine that moves at a snails pace Miles sation Just like I said, he thought, just like I said

There was no record in his psychological profiles, those fro other than what he claio Nowhere in the records did it shobureaucratic behemoths who didn't have the first idea of what he and his type did Nowhere did Miles'

frustration and resultant build up of resentraph His strong, alo and over developed sense of worth and iated to a personality quirk co types It fit the profile

Nowhere, either, was it mentioned that in years at NSA, Miles Foster had subraphic and communications techniques to improve the secu- rity of the United States Nowhere did it say, they were all turned down, tabled, ignored

At one point or another, Miles had to snap The rejection of proposal nuave Miles the perfect reason to quit

Miles Foster looked 100 Italian despite the fact his father was a pure Irishrand the palm of her hand into forehead She was not exactly fond of her daughter reat kids, or as good as kids get and Grand- mama tolerated the relationshi+p Miles the oldest, was only 7 when his father got killed as a bystander at a supermarket rob- bery

Mario Dante, his homosexual uncle orked in soas casino, assu Miles With 2 sisters, aunder the same roof with Miles, any male companionshi+p, role model if you will, was acceptable

Mario kept the Fa his sexual proclivities secret until Miles turned 18 Upon hearing, Miles co deal”

Mario was a big irownup business That was all Miles was supposed to know When Miles was 13, Mario thought it would be a good idea for hias lived the country's only legal brothels Very convenient Miles wasn't going to fool around with any of that street garbage Convention girls Miles should go first class the first tialized prostitution in the United States Mario drove fast, Miles figured about 130as Mario was drinking Glen Fetitch, neat, and he steered with only one hand, hardly looking at the road

The inevitable occurred Gaining on thehts and siren rerinned, sipped his drink and Miles worried Speeding was against the law So was drinking and driving The police officer walked over to the driver side of the Ferrari Uncle Mario lowered theto let the officer lean into the car As the trooper bent over to look inside the flashy low slung iun from under the seat and stuck it into the cop's face

Mario started yelling ”Listen asshole, I wasn't speeding Was I?

I don't want nothing to go onrecord, y'know?” Mario was crazy! Miles had several strong urges to severely contract his sphincter ood citizenshi+p citation, for your contributions to the public good” The cop laughed in Uncle Mario's face

”Good to see you still gotta sensa'huun back in his shoulder holster Miles stared, duht

”Eh, Paysan! Where you going so fired up? You know the liuffawed

”Here!” Mario pointed at Miles ”'Bout time the kid took a ride around the world, y'knohat I mean?” Miles wasn't sure what heto lose his virginity

”Sheeeee-it! Uptown! Hey kid, ask for Michelle and take 2 froh they weren't, to a 13 yearfun of him ”I remember my first time It was in a pick up truck, out in the desert Went for fucking ever! Knohat I mean?

The cop winked at Miles as huave the cop an envelope, while being teasingly reprimanded ”Hey, Mario, take it a little easy out here, will yah? At least on my watch, huh?”