"MORFS. Don't know how you got it, most likely from hanging out with allthose animals that join the football team. Disgusting sport since theyallowed ...he animals to play. Don't know why you boys keep it up." He shookhis head, and wrote out a prescription. Well, here, send someone down tothe store for these, and it'll get you through this right fast. I'll callyour father with the diagnosis when I get home, and let him know that hissons are going to get gifts. Don't worry, your father's blood. You know, sort ofin the Mapplethorpe style. I met him at the conference on Sunday.” Lon knew this was a bald-faced lie. “Mr. Drave knows more about feminist theory than any man I’veever met,” Leena said with the hint of the same surreal sarcastic tonethat Lon had heard that afternoon. Leena leaned into Mr. Drave’s arm and pushed her tits against himin a move that might have looked like a completely unconscious act to anyone,but Lon knew better. Lon was reeling and trying to find his way. As. ‘I get the smiles and the hugs from each of you and you never get tired of helping me. You all take turns and you are all giving me your time every day. That is much more than the Vets hospital would ever pay for and you give it freely. This is a gift in return for all of that.’ ‘Thank you Uncle Dar,’ I said. Now that Sandra and Shelly both had permission, we went to the small private gym where I got my lessons. When we got there and helped Uncle Dar into his chair, Sandra grabbed it and said,. That was very strange, considering I'd never dated a white man in my life. They were the ones I'd always shot down without a second thought, but not anymore.A long five minutes passed before another man approached me, this one white and I'd noticed him looking at me as he sat with two of his friends. Three guys checking out the girls and he'd been looking at me. Being brave about it too, as he hadn't looked away those few times I'd happened to catch his eyes with mine. He'd stared right at me,.