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My boyfriend at the time was an undercover FBI agent chasing Bernadine. He and the other agents I knew (all men at that time) had a special fantasy: the agent is undercover, staying in a commune. Bernadine arrives and he takes her to bed (as Ayers said, this was the sexual revolution). Immediately after f***ing her, the agent cuffs her and places her under arrest.
Ayers wasn't even on these agents' radar screen, except as a lead to Bernadine. Ah, Bernadine, the lovely, smart, elusive Bernadine--she was the prize they sought.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching Ayers reappear in history the past year, to play another strange side role.