The Betsy [antikvár]

Book One 1969 Chapter One I WAS sitting up in bed, sipping hot coffee, when the nurse came into the room. The English girl with the big tits. She got busy right away with the drapes at the window, pulling them back so that more daylight spilled into the room. "Good morning, Mr. Ferine," she said. "Good morning, Sister," I answered. "Today is the big day, isn't it?" She smiled. "Yeah." "Dr. Hans will be here any minute," she said. Suddenly I had to pee. I swung my feet off the bed. She took the coffee cup from my hand. I went into the john. I didn't bother closing the door. After one month here nothing was private any more. The water burst from me with a reassuring force. When I finished I turned to the sink to wash my hands. The white bandages covering my face stared back at me from the mirror. I wondered what I looked like beneath them. I would find out soon enough. Then a funny thou^t crossed my mind: If my ass itched would I scratch my face? She had a hypo waiting when I came back into the room. I stopped. "What's that for?"