The second tube inflated and deflated the lungs. It too was attached to a pump, that pump was attached to the chrome plated O2 plumbing. There was a c...ntinuous suck whoosh ... suck whoosh sound as the pump compressed and vacuumed. The pump actually clattered. The attendant noted that the pump needed replacing and charted it for the Doc to order.Another pump line led under the sheet at the foot of the bed. The line was attached to a pair of cloth covered bags that expanded and contracted forcing. “Do you still love me?” he asks. More tears fall and I wipe them again. “You’re my first love, Douglas. Of course I still love you.” There is silence for a few moments. “Please, give me another chance,” he begs as tears fall from his eyes and runs down his face. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” Douglas slides off the bench and kneels down on the ground next to me. His eyes pleading. His tears falling. And my heart is breaking. “Please Jenny. I don’t know how to go another day without you,” he sobs.. “That’s not allowed. We do this strictly to be nice to men. Can’t have any hint of prostitution about it.”Milton smiled again, then sighed.Cathy pulled Milton’s pants up again, then kissed him goodbye on the cheek.A few months later a check for $650,000 arrived at the Just Do It headquarters from the Estate of Milton J. Smith. Cathy remembered him. The girls couldn’t accept any money, but Just Do It could, to meet expenses. And they did find ways to help out the girls now and then if they got. I left planning to stop by work for a few hours but first I had to get rid of those smelly pads before they stunk up my new car, whew! Pulling the little roadster up the freeway ramp on my way to the dry cleaners, I saw another white van turning from the service road to follow me. I couldn’t see the sides of it so I wasn’t sure if it was the same one from this morning but it did have a familiar look. The way I was ripping through the gears though, no one was going to be able to keep up with me.