He could manage alone if he had to, but it was a hell of a chore. "Well, it's easier with help," he muttered. "You nurses run in and run right back ou..., leaving a man helpless. What do yah do all day, loaf around the halls? Probably got a card game going or play footsy with the interns." No actually, I was eating chocolates, and reading a magazine," she snorted and flipped up his gown. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself. I was about to come, and it sure made me mad, when you. Jackson you got a wood dude.” Conner giggled. “You have one too.” I said.“Does this happen to you all the time.” I asked my best friend. “Yeah and it bones up when I at least expect it.” Conner laughed. The other boy left us and walked out of the locker room leaving us alone in the shower room.“Um Conner do you want to sleep over night with me tonight.” I asked. “Sure bro, you know I like coming over to your house.” Conner smiled. “Ok but tonight I want to try some stuffand I don’t know if you. All that shit he's been writing to make money? I thought that was the best he could do. That manuscript in his desk drawer is Pulitzer Prize stuff at least. If I sent that to my publisher tomorrow with my name on it, they'd write the advance check so fast it would smear the ink." Oh, wow." Claire chuckled in disbelief. "That good, huh?" Yeah. Now I feel like a pompous prick for all those times I gave him a ribbing about that macho pulp he cranks out. If he sends off that novel, and it gets half. You won’t even look at me.”“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”“Your father won’t let me, Ann.”“Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father.”“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”She used to have to stifle a laugh at.