Steel was peculiarly pleased with the deep dull throbbing ache in his large and largely drained-off testicles. That plus the deep ache o fatigue all up and down his flaccid phallus assured him that perhaps he and his lower body could finally stop working at cross purposes.
The Luckey Institute was quite large, and Steel reasoned that it was statistically unlikely that so large a place could be packed with nothing but size freaks, whom he assumed to be flukes of human nature. For that matter, he had to wonder if so large a place could be focused so exclusively on himself.
he came to a nurse's station. Over the high desktop he could just make out the head of a nurse tapping away at a computer. The nurse's head was black and beautiful, quite classy really, with the loveliest face he had seen so far. He noticed that a nameplate on the desktop announced the name ROSHUMBA ROSS.
She turned, noticed him, and smiled. It was a smile so sunny and sincere as to instantly put him at ease. "Good morning, sir. May I help you?"
"I sure hope so. You're Roshumba? ... Hi, Roshumba, I'm -- Dan." Odd, how an old rock group like Steely Dan sprang to mind, but there it was. "Listen, I'm all done here, Dr. Luckey is all done with me, but I seem to be a little at a loss to get out of here."
Roshumba laughed. "Yes, this place can get busy and confusing, I'm sure. Did you bring any things with you that we need to get?"
"No," Steel insisted. "No. Really -- I have to just get right out of here."
"Sure thing, Dan. Just come with me." |