Doctors make plenty of goddamn money."Brody stared at him. "What the hell? You think she was cheating on you?"Rick shrugged. "She probably thinks I'm ...oo dumb to notice that she had lunch with Doctor What's-his-name five times in a month." No, man." Brody shook his head. "Amy wouldn't do that. I just can't see it." Oh yeah?" Rick raised an eyebrow and gestured at Brody with his beer. "You telling me you never worry about Ryan and all those guys in the other bands?" No." Brody hadn't given it a. "Santa might be in charge of the kids and who gets the toys, but I am the genius behind the big man. So if you want a toy, you see Santa and tell him with a great big smile, but just give me a wink, and I will make sure it gets my special attention." More cheers erupted followed by some blinking eyes. From the loud speakers above and around the winter display full of trees and giant fake gifts and tinsel, arose a song."Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane.. She was fairly generous in serving up her front and back openings to almost any boy or man that was polite and asked nicely and they all told her how nice it was to finally have a female that made them feel like they had sunk into a fantastic pillow of flesh all wet and wild and able to handle anything they felt the urge to do.Her success in landing conquests and experiencing the varied fetishes of masculine fantasies filled her with heaps of confidence about her ability to take care of any. Bret confessed to me he hadn't had acigarette in his life, and he mentioned he'd like to give it a shot. Which waswhat brought us to the men's room.I stepped inside and took a quick look in and under the stalls to make sure wewere alone. I grinned and gave him the 'all-clear' sign to Bret, and he steppedinside. "Are you sure about this, Gabe?" he asked nervously. "I got a badfeeling about this." Would you just cool your jets and relax?" I chided. "No one's gonna come in.Leave it to me; I.