I immediately identified her as a bona fide character that one found in the City a lot in those days. As she approached, he rose to meet her, a gentle...man’s gesture, and it was apparent they were each one half of an ancient union, with the easy familiarity that decades of living together instills. My book of Bukowski rants was reduced to being a simple prop, behind which I hid as I observed this slice of marital life unfold before me. She started talking before she was even seated, with a. Bud's eye just about popped out of his head. "Hey Bud, you every been this close to some real tits?" I asked him as I grabbed my own tits."Well Budster, what you doing to do?" I asked. It didn't take him long. He jumped up on the bed and put one of my nipples into his mouth."Easy Bud, use your tongue on them," I said. Yea I knew the kid was excited getting his first real hooters. Once he slowed down he really wasn't that bad."OK Bud-my-boy, lay down," I told him. He was a bit disappointed about. And that’s the reason she kept your last name? Give me a break!’ Ryan threw back his head and laughed loudly. He was still chuckling as he moved away to find his wife. I watched him go with a grin but I knew he was wrong. Billy kept my name because it was easier all round to maintain the house, the accounts, just about everything. I made no stipulations about that in the divorce. Ryan was way off base with his assumptions. But I did look around to see if I could spot Billy. I hadn’t spoken to. "Mme. President, you may go in to see your daughter, but only for a few minutes. I'm afraid I can only allow two people in there at one time."The President turned to the young doctor who had been pushing her wheelchair. "Steve."The two of them then entered the hospital room. They saw a teenage girl lying motionless on the bed, tubes and wires connected to her slim, attractive, yet still very much violated body. Steve moved the chair so that the wounded mother's left side was next to the bed..