"Even on my own?" Well, you can try," Lucifer shrugged. "He's already survived one assassination attempt. Of course, I never promised him a pleasant o... comfortable life. Just a long one."I frowned. Well, nothing worth doing was easy. And the thought of prolonging Mark's suffering, extending it for years and years, was a pleasant one. He deserved a lifetime of agony for his crimes. I was a careful man. I was prepared for this setback. I studied the Book, reading it over and over again, for the. .. I mean I think that we could keep you pretty modestly covered... would that be alright with you."Chris had been standing there listening intently to the conversation and couldn't believe what his mom and Dr. Martin were suggesting. She was actually thinking about letting him inside the exam room while she had her physical. He wasn't sure what all that would entail but if it was anything like the sports physicals he had taken for his high school track team there was going to be some nudity. ' But it didn't take long before I started hearing about them; and it didn't take long before I was intrigued to try them myself; which I finally did one very hot and humid summer afternoon in 1983!The adult bookstore I tended to go to the most had done away with the traditional open 'theatre' format, and gone to the individual 'preview booths' that are still common today. One particular booth, however, was different from the others, in that there was a round hole (about 3-4 inches in diameter). Still with the glasses, though.“Are you going to let me in? {Get out of my way.}” she asked.“Of course, Prez, of course!” he said, quickly stepping out of the doorway.She pushed past him, taking in her surroundings. “It’s a beautiful house. {Wow, this is fancy!}”More like a cage. “Can I get you some water, or a snack, or—”“I want to see your room. {I want to see where the Will White lives.} Where is it? {Show me.}”“Er, Prez, I thought maybe we’d go to the sitting room? The furniture is—”“This.