Dictator My Darling
Dictator, my DarlingThe first time I saw him, I fell hard. As hard as his remorseless expression, as hard as the medals covering nearly every inch of the snugly tailored uniform --- some strange mix of equestrian and military robing --- did he fancy himself a king, a general, or both? I’m a tough woman?a tough bitch, some might say. I know Hanson thinks of me like that. ?You’ve handled these two-bit tin-pot despots before, Liz,? he says, leaning over my desk and staring lustfully down my pink...