Yes. I would go."OK," I sighed with resignation. "It's Tuesday today. I need a couple of days to catch up after my holiday – get over jet lag. I'll ...come down on Thursday."She enthused her thanks and rang off. My thought was that I was being a mug – again. I wondered how it would go wrong this time.After a busy Wednesday sleeping, I caught the train on the Thursday mid-morning feeling a lot better. I lunched with John, a friend from university, who had been in the banking industry like me, and. Of course she could tell him more but she chose not to. She could tell Billy about the damp places on the carpet inside one of the changing booths. Someone had soiled the carpet and made a hurried attempt at cleaning it up. But whoever had done it hadn't found the other spot on the little bench-like seat. The blood. Someone had bled all over her boutique. Margaret shuddered to think of what might have happened. And she knew that whatever had transpired, her husband was deeply involved in the. "Fuck you, I'm dying." I said with a snarl, I had grown to hate doctors."Yes, I know. That's why I'm here. Consider me a last resort. One finaloption for rich folk like yourself to cheat death."The doctor looked at me with dead serious eyes. I could tell he wasn'tjoking."Alright," I said, "I'll pay anything." Anything?" he replied, "Don't you want to know what the treatment is?"I honestly didn't care what the treatment was. But I asked anyways. Hethen wheeled out an unconscious nurse into the. She joined them on the bed and talked Karl through the act of fucking his buddy in the ass. As a reward, she took him back to her room where he had the best sex imaginable.His thoughts were interrupted by his Mom calling up to him that he had a visitor. A second or two later Brad entered his room.He was void of makeup and his hair slicked back. Clad in jeans and a t-shirt, he looked like any other teenage boy."Hey," he said in the way of a greeting."Hey," Karl responded.Brad took a seat on the.