" Crawford lookedbehind him, scratching his Afro as he turned off the key. "Actually, Mr.Russell, you're to change into your other clothes, there's a ...ackage at yourfeet. I'll go in now, and you're to come in in about half an hour in yourlittle suit." As Crawford said "little suit" he enunciated itwith an effeminite sneer. Russell remainedsilent as the black chauffer shut the car door and went into the Russellmansion, whistling. Russell pulled the package from the back seat, and pulledout his. " How long was I out?" He was starting to feel a little less like someone had jammed a steel rod wrapped in barbed wired down his throat, and his voice, while still a little raspy, was closer to normal.Christine fielded this one, "Since yesterday before noon, when the ambulance arrived at the scene. You were already unconscious."He turned to look up at Lane again. "No salmon?" he said, trying to make it a joke. When Lane's eyes misted over again, he tried to raise his hand, this time succeeding. I couldn't get over the fact that my hand didn't even wrap all the way around him. At one point during this I had both of my hands on him and he still had more to spare. As I withdrew the catheter and removed it Nathan let out a moan, like a man who just ejaculated. I've done this many times, but hearing him moan like that really stuck with me. I finished up and hurried out to get to my other patients. I visited Nathan several times that night to check on him, he was a very nice man. I. ”“I guess I should feel honored, but I don’t,” Dexter said.“You didn’t even know I was mad at you, did you?”“I had no clue.”“I sent out that text message figuring that I’d get a call from you within two minutes. I waited and nothing happened. Then I figured that maybe you were in a meeting and couldn’t call, so I waited some more. Thirty minutes and nothing. I really started getting worried.“I waited an hour. There was still no call from you. I wondered if you had gotten the message. I tried.