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>I was a trifle shocked when one of the 'girls', a huge creature with a very prominent Adam's apple and a distinctly blue chin under the layer of powder, sat down uninvited at our table and began to talk to Röhm about what appeared to have been a most enjoyable party they had been on together several nights earlier. 'Now there you have it, Herr Stabschef,' I said rashly, when 'she' had left us. 'No female tart would approach an ex-client like that and talk to him of their night together in the presence of a stranger.' Röhm, who normally was open and unashamed about his pickups and enjoyed joking about his 'weakness', was suddenly huffy. 'I am not his client. I am his commanding officer,' he said with complete seriousness. 'He is one of my stormtoopers!'