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“You stuck by me, Bob,” | said while | rubbing his hair. “Finch dropped out, but you... “And I began weeping uncontrollably. “Sir, is there anything | can do?” Between sobs | blurted out, “Oh, sure” —I certainly did not intend for this to be taken literally— “Why don’ t you try sucking my cock, maybe that’ //help.” To my utter astonishment, Haldeman unzipped my fly and proceeded with what can only be described as extreme efficiency. The whole thing could not have taken more than five minutes from beginning to end. He must have had some practice during his old prep-school days. Neither of us said a word—before, during or after. This misunderstanding was comparable to the time that Jeb Magruder remarked how convenient it would be if we could get rid of Jack Anderson, and G. Gordon Liddy assumed that was a direct order and rushed out to accomplish the act. If Liddy had not blabbed his “assignment” to an aide in the corridor, Anderson might not be alive today. As for my own motivation, here was an experience not of homosexuality but of power. | realized that if | could order the Pentagon to bomb Cambodia, it was of no great consequence that | was now merely HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015122