. Σταματούσα το τσιμπούκι και καβαλούσα με την μουνάρα μου την πουτσαρα του και ξε�...κιζόμουνα και έχυνα και μετά πάλι τσιμπουκάρα! Όταν γκάβλωνα τρελά ξανά καβάλημα, αλλα απο την κωλάρα αυτη την φορά! Καλα η κωλάρα μου έχει τρελαθει με την πουτσαρα του. Μόλις μπαίνει μέσα χύνει με την μια και ζητάει και άλλο πούτσο και άλλο πούτσο.. Σειρά είχε η πολυθρόνα... Στήθηκα, τέντωσα την κωλάρα μου και ο παίδαρός μου με ξεκώλιαζε ασταμάτητα. Χύσιμο ξεκώλιασμα, χύσιμο ξεκώλιασμα... Δεν θυμάμαι πόσες. " Well," he said, still looking a little flummoxed, "I can't say Iunderstand, but I suppose sometimes desperate times call for desperatemeasures. No problem though, we'll have your belongings processed withinthe hour or so, we'll have them back to you and you'll be able to returnto normal." I don't want to though," I barely whispered, realizing it was true, thatdressing as Alex again felt beyond wrong, the clothes rough, itchy, baggyand altogether uncomfortable. "This... well, that," I said,. I want to feel you long after this.”“Then I’m not going to switch cheeks. You get all four hits on the same spot. So much for being even. Are you ready, baby?”“Yes, Miss Callahan. Please. I’m yours.”Lauren’s grip suddenly loosens on my ponytail and she seems to pause for a moment, but it’s hard to tell without being able to see her. All I know is that she’s perfectly still above me.“Say it again,” she says in a whisper next to my ear.“I’m yours.”Lauren let’s go of my ponytail and gently kisses. My affection for the machines had grown out of my nickname, which was a corruption of my name Harold Lee. Grandma Williams had called me Harley almost from the day I was born, and over the years, the rest of the family and then my friends had taken to calling me Harley as well. I'd even been called Harley by the rest of my unit when I was in the military.Even that damned voice had called me Harley, and where the hell was it when I needed it? All in my face when I was trapped in a hospital bed,.