I made it back to the hospital where Jack met me and said, “Banzai I have it all figured out.”I glared at him and demanded, “What the fuck did y...u figure out?”Jack replied, “The nurse problem. It was easy because we assigned them their own room with a shower and then I posted guards on the door.”I paused and asked, “Wait, when did we get showers in the rooms?”Jack said, “Some Cpl. with a busted up nose who also fixed the electrical system is a repairing genius. He was able to restore water to. For a man in his seventies, he was still very active.“Oh, John. I didn’t see you there.”“I was just waiting for you to get settled, Mr. Jensen.”“Call me Jim.”“Sure, Mr. Jensen.”“I had to try. You’re too polite for these times. A kid called me old fart this morning. I guess I prefer Jim to Mr. Jensen and Mr. Jensen to old fart.”John laughed and said, “I hope you hit the kid with your cane!”“Nah, he was just a young punk raised by irresponsible parents. You can’t teach them manners once they. All eyes in the bar seemed to follow the hypnotic descent of the red tit- cups before bouncing back up to catch Candy's enormous young tits. Her tits swayed in the reddish-blue haze like ready-to-burst water-balloons. Candy grabbed both tits, squeezed her nipples, and laughed silently as two quick spurts of white fluid shot out like milk out of squirt guns. The white spurts appeared to vaporize in the smoky air, and Seth blinked his eyes a few times, thinking he was seeing things. Candy licked. "Once a year is plenty."And still, I wondered.* * *We were still in the kitchen, still talking about desires and addictions,leanings and compulsions. Ginger sighed. "Nick, come with me. I want to trysomething," she said.She led me into our bedroom. She walked into her closet. She pulled my oldProm dress off of a hanger. It as as magnetic as ever, yellow and white andultra feminine. She fumbled through her bureau and picked through herunderwear. Panties. A bra. A corset. A girdle. Hose.She.