Right now all I want to do is get into the house and enjoy some of the air conditioning."Jessie stood aside, allowing his boss to get off the tailgate...and head towards the house. He didn't like what he saw, as Mr Carl limped to the house and, still breathing hard entered into the back of the house and disappeared into the cooling shadows.One year ago Carl had made an appointment with Doc Connors. He hadn't been feeling well for some time. There were occasional chest pains and he was more tired. I was panting, gasping for breath. My bottom throbbed, burning in pain.“Get up! Go back to the wall! Your hands better not touch your bottom! And sing! … Well, quietly.”I got up, and went to the wall, and started singing that blasted song, as best I could, while still gasping for breath.“ Pause the recording, please…. Now, ladies, coffee or perhaps tea?”After many, many verses of the song, Mary said, “Recording on, please… Shilo has been against the wall there, singing that lovely song, for. "Is that a threat?" Maybe." Candy looked out of the corner of her eye at me."I'll never tell." We have ways of making you talk," she said in a clipped German accent. The two of us stared at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. I reached out and gave Candy a hug, enjoying the warmth and softness of her body as she melted against me. When we finally broke the embrace I noticed her giving me a curious look."What?" You're not going to tell me, really?" she asked. I broke out in. When I entered his room in his absence to get some documents, I deactivated the screensaver to see what was going on in this young bachelor’s life. It was a gay website which I had never heard before and I quickly took a glance at his profile. He had described himself as a blow job addict. How nice, I thought. Since that day I chose to visit him more often in his room and time to time we seemed to have a nice friendship outside the office too until the cutbacks and then soon firings began. I.