"Hello Sean!" the doctor said brightly. "Well, let's see how you're doing with the NB. [that's the drug, by the way - Neurosiliconite Bentrillium, for...those of you following along at home.] Please lay back on the table."Nervously, I scooted back, hunched over a bit, though their entrance into the room had softened me up a bit. I lay back on the table, feeling very exposed. My cock was still much bigger than it normally was, even as it slowly lay back down."Well, can you tell me what's happened. Igot was pacing up and down. He very rarely became ruffled and was normally a very smooth operator. That was one of the reasons Her-Peas had married him. He always looked so normal so in control as though there was never a thing wrong. Infact once his temper had calmed no one would know he had a problem at all. It had been a big decision marrying into the Clam Midea family. Her Uncle Carled Saw had stopped speaking to them because as he put it. “Igot Clam Midea was so normal he would. He asked if I was cool with him lighting up a joint.“I don’t know how much work I’ll get done after, but if you’re OK with that, sure”.He flash a wry smile. “Yeah, there’s always time for work. Don’t worry about it.”So over a mix of potato salad and marijuana, we started to get to know each other. I slowly decided I liked Mark. Not a stuck up asshole like most of the other stock brokers and accountants who lived in the neighborhood. He was funny, down to earth and utterly unpretentious.They. The reason for that was that the Conovers had spent years hiding their money. He was piggybacking on the FBI investigation trying to track their money and said it would take years to dig it out. Any court victories would probably end up being symbolic only. “It kind of sucks, buddy, but my bet is the Feds will probably scarf most of it up anyway,” he told me.“You’re a fucking bundle of good news,” I replied.Bo just grinned. “They can’t spend it in jail.”“There is that,” I agreed.My trip to New.