It’s now nine thirty at night when my phone finally beeps again. Guess what? He asks me. You’re gonna die of old age before they let you leave? ... guess in response. He’s such a smart guy, but apparently that comes with a price. He’s the most experienced technician at his job, and when something goes wrong, he needs to be there. Wrong. Guess again. His text says, and I ponder before I respond. ....Did you invest in a gun to just shoot everyone there instead? I type my message and hit send. . We kissed and laughed together.Karen looked at her parents and said, “The first thing I ate after Brad gave me my ring was a fried mushroom that he fed me in this restaurant. Fried mushrooms will always be special in my mind.” We laughed together and kissed again.I didn’t know it but Suzie-Q had her phone out and took a picture of us kissing. She passed it around and Karen loved it. She said, “Suzie-Q, send us a copy.” Suzie-Q nodded.Missus Mason said, “Karen, please get me a print. I want to. We sat talking for a while as we sipped our tea and at last I said, "Well, if there's nothing else, I should be on my way." There is one thing"; she said, "but I don't quite know how to ask you about it". "Just ask" I said. "Well" she said; "you know that my late husband has been gone for over a year now, and to be quite honest, for the last ten years of our marriage we slept in seperate rooms. I always liked you, you've always struck me as being a very kind, considerate and gentlemanly sort. She held the device connected to my asshole and told me to bear down, to relax, et cetera, while she watched the numbers on the screen. Then she had me try a few different things related to my condition. She said what she saw was promising and that she thought it was very likely we could improve my ability to eliminate waste.While the electrodes were still attached to my bare ass, she started talking about exercise. This hot doctor was acting out some of the exercises that she was describing.