None of it was sexual. In fact, I was still wearing my shirt and shorts. I opened my eyes and looked around.Renée was curled up to my right. She was ...stroking my cheek while watching my face. I looked into her eyes and felt her pain. She wasn't physically hurt, but she hurt all the same. It was that gut wrenching feeling of losing a friend or a beloved pet. The feeling that something horrible had happened in your life and there might be nothing you can do to fix it. I understood that pain. It wasn't until I watched them change my dressings several days laterthat I realized what had happened to me. I had a couple of big incisionsin my groin and not much else - no scrotum, no balls, no dick - just thecatheter tube coming out of a small hole where my dick used to be.Several days later they discharged me for the second time - still with acatheter - and with the doctor saying things about "possiblereconstructive surgery' which I pretty much ignored - I just wanted toget out of that. . Joyce and I are sad as we can be about this business with Calista, we really are. Truthfully, we never liked her very much, the times we met her just after the two of you were married, right after you joined the ADA's office. Is the divorce final yet?" Effective last month." I replied, looking away to look at pedestrian traffic passing by our Union Square restaurant. Anything other than having to look into my old boss's eyes where he could see the hurt. The pain was surprisingly still pretty. She stood with her legs apart, knowing how that emphasized her peachy bum cheeks and the outline of her toned legs. “Is it an original Turner?” she asked. “If only,” said the judge. “It’s a nicely-framed print.” Alice turned her head and looked at the judge over her shoulder. She slid her right hand over her hip and onto her bum, following his eyes, which had focused on her hand. “I would of course like to recompense you for the risk you are taking,” said Alice. “Meaning?” asked the judge..