" What are you talking about, my man? It's perfect on her. Cute, cool, comfortable, and easy to fix--just what a girl needs for a place like this."Jus... like in many of the e-mails they'd exchanged, Sam found himself grudgingly agreeing with Rupertt, though most times he really didn't want to."I suppose, you're right. Anyway, she'll be back in a second. So what do you think?" Honest opinion? Piece of cake." You're sure?" Sam uttered before he could stop himself.Rupertt frowned, looked to both. But he didn't want to. He wanted to go to Mecca — the University of Alabama Hospital right there on the city's south side. It was huge, nationally known, and chock full of customers. He could wander around the corridors of that place for three days, if he had enough nerve to try it.He could by-God clean 'em out! Everybody go on home ... And quit smoking, damn it!Except maybe for right after sex.Well, Ray knew better than to spend more than a few hours within Alabama's largest hospital. He would. “No, my friend. Why did you hug me?”“I told you that Brian had asked me to marry him and I said yes. You congratulated me, and I hugged you in thanks for introducing us.”I looked at Debbie.“Well?”“Well, what? You hugged her.”“Oh for God’s sake, are you listening to yourself?”“Clary, how often do we hug?”“Never, that was the only time!”“Clary, my wife here seems to think, with the help of Elaine there, who you apparently know better than I do, that you and I are hot and heavy in a passionate. Minutes later we were fucking. Her next couple of days off were spent out of the house so i didn’t ask if she’d managed to take anymore snaps, but I was eager that she should. Then, one day the next week, I came home to find her naked in the front room watching a particularly nasty bukkake scene on the television. She didn’t stop fingering herself as I walked in, but just beckoned me to join her. I dropped my work bag and went straight over, kneeling between her open legs, and began eating out.