I have a question for you. Actually, I have 20 questions. Twenty innocuous little questions. This is one of my easiest blackmail clips to comply with. Almost too easy. Just like the game of 20 questions, nothing I ask will be direct. Nothing explicit. All you have to do is give me a few little hints, and I'll do the rest. Somehow, answering these kinds of questions is so much more personal, so much more invasive, than simply emailing me your name or address and place of work. The real substance of a person is in the peripheral details. And the danger? Well, that comes later.