"***"Hello Mr. Mason. My name's Lorna Dunston. I'm a psychiatrist on staffhere at Miami Memorial Hospital."Mason looked at the pretty woman seated in ...he chair beside his bed."Psychiatrist? I was in a car crash. Why do I need a psychiatrist?" I'll get to that in a moment Mr. Mason. But before I was apsychiatrist I was a medical doctor. Let's start there. You sustainedfractures of your left arm and wrist. You had massive internal bleedingin the abdomen and underwent extensive surgery. And you. ‘Hey fuck, don’t turn your back on me. I’m talking to you.’ ‘OK, I thought she was talking to you last, but OK.’ ‘Is that all you can say is OK?’ My back was against the bar and he was looking straight down at me. I was tempted to say no, but I was pretty sure my sarcasm would be lost on him so I just smiled. ‘Didn’t you hear her? She made a deal with us. If you can make her want to go home and fuck you just by talking she is yours.’ ‘Well thank you.’ And this time I did look her up and down,. . to control him ... and the other to ... to ... to prep him. He has to be sterilized to prevent infections. That's called prepping." She looked at him with a hopeful gaze."OK" Rudy said uncertainly."Well, you see, the men can't ... I mean won't do the prep, so we had to do it. Us women I mean." she said, as if that explained everything."I don't understand." said Rudy. He was beginning to get exasperated."I want you to watch." said Dee, more firmly now. "I think you'll understand then."She. The judge would basically rubber stamp the uncontested divorce and in 30 days it would be over. Yep, twilight of his career, twilight of his health, and twilight of his marriage and fittingly, he sat here in the twilight of another day. Just as he was beginning to play the ‘poor, poor pitiful me’ thought once again he heard a cheerful voice coming from the trail on the hillside above the stream. ‘Hello neighbor. It’s another beautiful evening isn’t it?’ George looked over and saw Dawn limping.