“Not goin’ in?” he said stretching back. “It feels great.”“No way,” I said. “What if somebody sees us,” I said. What if somebody els... comes in?”“It’s just us, Ellen.” Max said. “And I’m not going to tell anybody. Don’t worry, we won’t have any company. The club’s not opening this year. Budget problems.”“So why can’t I wear my suit?” I asked. “Well,” Max said, “I suppose you can, but it’s just a whole lot nicer without one. Don’t you know? They get cold and wet when you come out, all tight and. I pulled his shoulders closer in response, and his breathing quickened. He looked down at where we were about to become one. It looked intimidating, but I had to swallow any doubt. I wanted this. Not even my rational side was going to talk me out of it.“I should be wearing a condom,” he said suddenly.For some reason, a spike of panic lanced through my heart. “You keep making excuses,” I whispered, and his eyes widened. “Do you… not want to?”“That’s totally not what I’m saying. Come on, you know. “That is such pretty toenail polish! I love that shade of pink,” she said with a smile, and went over to the counter, taking something the nurse had removed. Elizabeth instinctively bent her knees, and put her feet flat on the table again. Her ears burned red from the compliment on her nail polish. “Okay, Elizabeth,” said the doctor, coming to the end of the exam table. “We're just going to take some measurements of your feet. “Why do you need to do that?” said the patient, sitting up a. "Sleep tight," said Bob.Bob stood under the shower head leaning against the wall. His face was still raw and blotchy red from the direct spray it had gotten. The doctor had told him how lucky he was that his eyes had been partially closed when the spray hit. Pepper spray wasn't supposed to blind you, but it burned, and it burned eye tissues just like it burned skin. It hurt if the water hit his face directly, so he let it hit the top of his head and cascade down over his face. He had the water.