This time one of his three assistants, all 60-something ladies who were tougher than shoe leather, called to alert me.Bulldog, thick white hair croppe... short, a sinewy body that still calls to mind the Golden Gloves fighter he had been in his teens, has an air of quiet competence.He gave me a small smile, “Favor.”“Of course.” I didn’t know him that well, not with 40 years difference in our ages. But we knew each other through Daddy. I respected Bulldog. Didn’t always agree with some of the. I broadened my shoulders talking in a loud, gruff voice trying to appear tough before suggesting we get out for a smoke and another beer. As I got a little room between me and them and a little fresh air, I calmed back down. Until they unzipped their pants to take a piss, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. The sound of pee hitting the rocks beside the bank made me have to go as well. I walked as far into the woods as I could in my pumps before kicking them off and removing my hose to go. As I. The scientist in mehad to admit she was right. She proceeded to measure my hair length(just touching my ears), as we had determined that hair growth is themost effective way to measure physical aging. There were too many otherdeterminants (diet, vitamins, etc) involved with measuring weight gain,height, or other physical attributes. So we were not to cut thesubject's hair (mine) throughout the course of the experiment. I wasthen put through a thorough exam to test my mental faculties. It. Pillows scattered everywhere, and a pile of used condoms was revealed on the floor.The condoms were worse than the mattress, so I laid it against a chair and gathered up all the incriminating latex. For some reason I felt like a homeless person must feel when, while digging through trash cans, runs into the remains of somebody's sexual activity. The DNA inside the damn things was mine, but I held the handful of limp, wet, collapsed tubes at arm's length as I tried to think of a place to ditch.