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was
something the doctor ordered, especially after the humiliation Carl
had handed her at Lagniappe with that sickening-sweet society
reporter who was going to fix up his wonderful career for him. Jesus,
and after all she'd done for him . . . Well, bye-bye, Carl;
hello-hello, Felix. She rested her hand on his thigh, looked up at
him, waiting for a reaction. She felt edgy, strongly drawn to this
man and also resentful of him. He was nice, no question, had listened
to her the way Carl had never bothered to do, or been able to do,
when they sat around her place after leaving Lagniappe. She found
herself talking about her father to him, letting her feelings out
more than she had with anybody, ever, and she'd just met him, for
God's sake. Maybe that was what made it easier, that he was a
stranger. But he also seemed to bring down her guard, and at the same
time she welcomed that, it also made her feel uneasy, wondering if
she could trust him. The ways she'd so often felt with her
father—though that last thought never surfaced, only had its effect
on her emotions, mixing them.
    She was impressed that he hadn't tried to bed her,
but curious . . . more than curious . . . annoyed that he didn't. Not
even a move or gesture. And it was the same thing now, sitting here
in the car . . . She moved her hand up his thigh, just grazing his
cock, felt it respond. Well, he's at least all there in that
department, she thought. He was also, no question, wonderfully
handsome, all bearded and stern-looking. She felt much better. In
control again.
    "See you tonight?" It was more a request
than a question, and without waiting for any answer she took her hand
from his cock, leaned over and brushed her lips lightly on his cheek,
quickly got out of the car, waving with her back to him as she
proceeded into the medical building.
    Missy Wakefield was smiling to herself as she got on
the elevator and rode it to the tenth floor offices of Wakefield and
Pollack, urologists specializing in male sterility and sexual
dysfunction.
    Kate, the red-haired receptionist, looked up from her
work and smiled nervously as Missy pushed open the glass double door.
"Welcome back."
    "Thanks." Missy glanced around the waiting
room. While most of the doctors were still making rounds at the
hospital the place had filled with patients. She recognized several
of the faces; others, the nervous ones accompanied by their wives,
were new patients. But what especially caught her eye, today even
more than when he was alive, was the oil painting of her father. His
stern face seemed to command respect and obedience even now.
    She went behind the receptionist's desk and looked
over Kate's shoulder to check out the appointment book. Three names
immediately stood out, each there for his final consultation before
entering the hospital in the afternoon. One was an aging Hollywood
sex symbol, a former crooner whose lifelong battle with drugs and the
bottle had caused permanent nerve damage. He was there for a surgical
implant, a miniature hydraulic system. After the implant he would be
able to summon an erection, just press the small bulb in his scrotum
and it would pump air into the system and, presto, an erection. Nerve
damage would prevent an orgasm, but he would be able to maintain his
old reputation as a stud of studs. God, what vanity, she thought.
Cocksman of the world using a device to get it up. Well, and she
couldn't help smiling, modern science can be wonderful, she thought.
And nobody the wiser . . .
    The second name belonged to a gay British rock star
whose sexual behavior was notoriously compulsive. His psychiatrist
had prescribed a small battery pack similar to a pacemaker implanted
in his lower abdomen; when matters got out of control, it would allow
him to administer a mild shock to his genitals to cool himself down.
    The third was a Middle Eastern oil nabob who had
contracted a case of genital warts from one of his numerous wives. It
was rumored that he had had her hacked to