Gamera." Erp!"I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.I continued to doubt my sanity.I opened the @#&*$% door again.Each held out her right hand. In ...er grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that beer is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible. She raised her left leg while standing on the right, and bent the lifted leg so that it wrapped around her next thrill kill’s neck. Standing on one leg, she squeezed hard, harder, more, while moaning louder and louder.Then, she pulled her left leg upwards, readying for the twist of her hip. The force of a downwards twist and full force squeeze produced grisly sounds that weren’t just bone breaking, but also, cartilage being destroyed. A ghastly croak told her the deserved victim had expired, or. . No. I'm not working with anybody. I mean, you're my agent." Well, I've heard now, from two different sources, that Alex and his agent are shopping you around to ball clubs that are looking for broadcasters. Fain wants to be a play-by-play man, and he's telling potential employers about you, as well." He hasn't said anything to me." What I hear, he's making it a kind of two-for-one deal," Grantham said. "He offers his services, and then he tells them about you, as kind of a strictly-optional. Her mind was filled with images from books she had read. Indiana Jones came to mind, for some reason. She smiled as she thought of this man with a fedora and a coiled whip at his waist.Her reverie was broken when she got to his groin. She'd been told, in nursing school, that she'd get used to seeing intimate parts of her patients ... that it would become routine and boring. That had never happened. Each man she got to see like this was unique in some way or another. Her own vivid imagination.