I took the half-full stew can in a rag and went a-begging.I knocked on my neighbor's door. A woman answered the door. No, not a woman, a grandmother. ... kept my eyes down and begged forgiveness for disturbing her and offered a meal as a potlatch gift. She smiled and led me in by the arm."You will look rich offering food. Many have not. Offering to some and not others will make, um, " She made two fists and knocked them together."Oh, discord. Fight without blows." Yes." I go to be sponsored. Hell, I guess he wasn’t finished with me either for that matter.As he reclined onto his haunches I looked into his eyes.“I guess you need to fuck me with your cock now, right?” I asked.He just fucking nodded but he had the most determined look on his face. I could tell I was in for something special here!“Well,” I said, “better give it to hard and fast then…” I replied, and in my sexiest upper class accent, “and please do hold on for as long as possible,” I continued.He grinned broadly, half. I smiled and set the picture back on the desk. I waited a few minutes drinking a glass of water before John Wall in Sales came back to his desk."Mr. B!! How is it going? How is your first day? said John. "Great!!! How's Sales?" I said. "Good. Very good this morning. John is a skinny white guy about 5ft 2 with a beer gut and is balding. I'm 6ft 4 with a very athletic build. I used to play college football before tearing up my knee. I work out very regularly to keep in good shape. I am not sure. "Ow," I thought...then...calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" asked Lardo. "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but.