"You stuck by me, Bob," I said while I rubbing his hair. "Finch
dropped out, but you . . . " And I began weeping uncontrollably.
"Sir, is there anything I can do?"
Between sobs I 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' ll 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. I realized that if I could order the Pentagon
to bomb Cambodia, it was of no great consequence that I was now merely
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