" Who the Hell are you, how did you get this number, and why are you threatening me?" All in good time Mr. Morgan, all in good time." Then he hung up ...aughing.Okay, now I am really pissed. I punched the nurse call button again. Nurse BB comes storming in, about another ten minutes. "Yes MR. Morgan. What do you need now?" Nurse Hughes, I would like to see the doctor as soon as you can arrange it, I would like for him to talk to me about my prognosis and what all is wrong with me. I would like. We were raided once during the first year that we had the apartment; nothing major we were just too damn loud too damn late one evening; actually it was early one morning. I knew that the police looked the other way concerning the corner bordello and I wanted them to have the same attitude about us.So after this raid I made it a point to become friendly with the police that patrolled Gaslight Square. I would sometimes stand at the entrance to our place with a fresh pot of coffee for the. The one it had bonded with was known as Peter Parker/Spiderman. But few knew him by the last name. His life had been lonely for many years. His friends were few as was the number of his mates. He desired more, but didn't have the mind set and powers to do it. He wished for control over his life as well. These were the deep desires that the host had keep hidden. The symbiote lived to make its host happy for within the host happiness was its survival. Worse, this host had once been possessed by a. Jim was driving and pulled into a little remote parking spot surrounded on 3 sides by trees maybe 50 feet away. We toked and joked awhile, chasing swigs of Jack with cold beer, and my week's worries were washed away by the buzz and the friendly conversation. Two other cars pulled in to park as far away from ours as possible, and two middle aged guys got out to walk into the woods. "I bet I know what they're doing", Jim said, "They're gonna queer each other." I knew he was right, but didn't.