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" Jared was completely gone now, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that tears were running down his face. Matt turned on him and snapped, " It's not funny," which only made Jared laugh harder." Any of you guys strict about top or bottom?" Angelo asked, " 'Cause if so, you'll screw it all up-" " Literally," Cole said." And we'll have to start all over." Angelo turned to Matt. " If you got a strong preference you better say so now." " Lay it all out, so to speak," Cole said." On the table." Angelo said." For all to see." " Zach does like to watch," Angelo said, winking at me, and I was relieved that with the direction the conversation was going, nobody took him seriously." Then it's settled!" Cole said. " Who's going where with whom first? Zach, I think you're up." He winked at me. " Or you soon will be." " Oh dear God," Mat moaned, hanging his head. " I knew I shouldn't have come." " Don't worry about it a bit," Cole said. " I'm sure Zach can coax at least one more out of you." Jared laughed so hard, I was amazed he managed to stay in his chair. "
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" The profilers’ plan to coax me out of the woods resembled a comedy skit. During their search of my Cane Creek trailer, the feds had found dozens of books on the Civil War. And interviews with my friends confirmed that I was a bona fide Civil War buff. The profilers looked at all this Civil War “stimuli” and concluded that my hiding in the mountains was a form of role-playing. Starring in my own Civil War fantasy, I was a lone rebel fighting for the Lost Cause, and the task force was a Yankee army out to capture me. To talk On August 16, the task force pulled out of the woods while Bo and his rebels went in. They had to look the part, so the FBI profilers dressed them in white hats with the word “REBEL” stenciled in red letters across the front; and around their neck each rebel wore a Confederate flag bandanna.me into surrendering, they needed some of my rebel comrades to convince me that
the war was over and it was time to lay down my arms. Colonel Gritz and his crew were assigned the role of my rebel comrades. They were there to “rescue” me from the Yankee horde.
Bo’s band of rebels pitched camp down in Tusquitee, north of the town of Hayesville. Beginning at Bob Allison Campground – the place where I’d abandoned Nordmann’s truck – they worked their way west into the Tusquitee Mountains. They walked the trails, blowing whistles and yelling “Eric, we’re here with Bo Gritz to save you.” They searched for a week.
I lost it when I heard on the radio that the profilers had dressed Gritz’s clowns in “REBEL” hats and Confederate flag bandannas. I laughed so hard I think I broke a rib. "
― Eric Rudolph , Between the Lines of Drift: The Memoirs of a Militant