 How do you win at zarquil?
Bodyguard By CHRISTOPHER GRIMM Illustrated by CAVAT [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction February 1956. Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look at them. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. "Then what are you running from, if not me? Once the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as he watched from the street, that his quarry would not go out again that night. There he inserted a coin in a locker, into which he put most of his personal possessions, reserving only a sum of money. Roulette...? Each time it happens, there's a ... well, there's no experience to match it at a thrill-mill." "If it wasn't for the nibble, I'd throw you right out of the cab. "You're the dictator," the driver agreed sullenly. Gabe Lockard was in no condition to drive the helicar. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. Otherwise, darkness surrounded the three of them. "I have plenty of money, thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... He then requested a taxi driver to take him to the nearest zarquil game. Zarquil was extremely illegal, of course—so much so that there were many legitimate citizens who weren't quite sure just what the word implied, knowing merely that it was one of those nameless horrors so deliciously hinted at by the fax sheets under the generic term of "crimes against nature." Actually the phrase was more appropriate to zarquil than to most of the other activities to which it was commonly applied.
 there is no such thing as winning zarquil
 there is no such thing as winning zarquil  by finding your body and getting back to it  by defeating other participants  by being a better person after playing