I left the room, ignoring the question. He joined me in the bathroom. "It seems that socialist communists need large organizations to handle masses of helpless people who never learn to take care of themselves," Pete said. "They seem to want to depend on large organizations of loafers to secure their life, pension and future. At the other end, the Republicans say you are free to start any enterprise and succeed; you are in control. You are an entrepreneur, a creator. Socialism and communism depend on masses of weak people to stay in power." "Yet, I don't see you as a free man, either." "But I am free!" he said. "I have choice of career and religion. I can earn as much money as I want to, and can study anything I want.” While he was brushing his teeth, I told him that to me, freedom means to be free from beliefs, religions, dogmas, rules, authorities, bosses, even money. "You liberal!" he said, choking, "you are just rebelling." "I am freeing myself from men-made religious threats of burning in hell for eternity, as an example,” I said. "I can't help but be totally disgusted by Clinton's behavior," Pete continued, ignoring my comment, spitting into the sink. "Why do you hate him so much?" I asked. "First, he escaped military service. How can I let a coward be my Commander-in-Chief, and have power over me? Second, he lied about inhaling marijuana. Third, there is a trail of unexplained murders in his footsteps from Arkansas to Washington: awkward accidents, suicides, explosions, sudden deaths, cover ups, mysteries and conspiracies that all point in the direction of plots to acquire power.” Pete was spiteful and cynical. I only saw furtive sparks of light coming from his aura, when he melted in my arms, enjoying my body; but the embraces were short lived. They were always followed by guilt and anxiety. I had started to befriend him in compassion for his arrogant attitude. We were both loners. After having been his neighbor for nine years, I had started to love him enough to converse, and share some nutritional tips, and Tantric sensual massages. Though he remained suspicious of anything Eastern, he always came back for more. For these reasons, and the fact that I sometimes referred to myself as Goddess, when we entered sacred grounds, made him perceive me as a She-Devil Temptress.