“You can’t do that!” Marylyn protested.“Of course, I can. You gave me permission to view your medical records when you signed the agreement to...be tested,” I told her.When the nurse came back with her findings, I was stunned, flabbergasted and utterly appalled but, above all that, I was just plain damn angry.Even before I could contemplate this new set of challenges, I was faced with the undesirable task of contacting Michael and having to call off our appointment. I received a thorough ass. "Oh, right," I agreed. "I'll talk to you on Monday, Michael," she said quickly before turning on her heel and marching to her door. She was wearing one the same conservative skit suits she often wore to work, with her hair in a bun and flats on her tiny feet. I'd been hoping to see her with her hair down and showing off a bit more of her delightful figure. Instead she was shutting me down."Good night," I forced myself to sound cheerful. I don't think I quite succeeded in keeping the frustration. "Hey you could join in if you wanted..." Paul offered."Dude what the fuck?"But he only laughed."No need to be weird about Kev," Paul said. "It's like that show The Deuce, you know the one about porn in Times Square. Hey, if I had been born back then, I'd have totally jerked off next to another guy to see some porn. I mean, what's the difference?"I'm not sure whether it was his misguided point, my own desire after a day of waiting, or the fact that it had been three weeks since I'd seen another. Despite the slight difference in age, she was Fiona’s polar twin, tails to the heads, heart to mind, sun to moon. These were the thoughts going through his head, as Jahn watched her pack her bag for the upcoming camping trip. They’d argued a bit; he’d not seen a need for her to drag so much clothing along for a weekend, she’d insisted that it was no more or less than she’d packed in previous years for the same outing. Eventually, he’d realized it for a pointless argument. If she wanted to haul.