He goes through his mail for the day: hospital bills, junk mail, but there is one piece of mail that catches his interest."TO MR. JOHN CORSICO, TRANSG...NOMICS INC"He opens the letter and it begins to read: "Congratulations, Mr. Corsico your experimental trial has been approved, please come to our facility at 133 SHANKSVILLE AVE, SAN FRANCISCO, CA, on the 24th of May. Be prepared to stay until June 25th for the duration of the treatment." The old man slumps over in relief, maybe he had received a. Her husband proved to be a soft, fat man of middle years, balding and wattle-chinned. He looked up at me with distain and barely touched my hand when we shook and were introduced."How did it go?" his wife asked as we walked back toward their home."Slow, slow," he said. "I'll have to work them harder before Easter." But that Rogers boy just left," she said.He grunted.After an almost-silent meal, he departed in his light buggy, off to another of his curatures. The woman made me a map of the area,. Then and only then did I allows myself to have a cup of coffee. I sat down on the deck with the coffee to contemplate the universe, I also turned on the phone. There were a half dozen plus one message on the screen. I pulled them up in order and dealt with them one at a time.Number one: Ed, I don’t know what you think you know, but nothing has changed. I’m going to work on the scrip at Master J’s house. I’ll touch base with you later. I need to set up a time to pick up my stuff.Number Two: This. She grunted, and held onto him, her head on his shoulder, her hot breath on his neck. He turned his head an nibbled her ear lobe."Ohh," she moaned, and held him tighter. Then she was all business. She lay back on the floor, ignoring the pools of washing up water on the cold lino, and spread her big thighs. And waited. He knelt and guided his tip between those slippery, wanting flaps, pushed in. He now put both hands on the floor on either side of the girl and, supported on his toes, he began to.