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Belachnik pecked up again, snarling, "You're on. I'll beat your door down with it tonight. Seven o'clock. Be naked." Referring to her husband, "I'll send Joel out for bullets. He's got so many guns, it should give us a few glorious hours." She again mocked Peter-the-peter, as she called him, with a pouty kissy face while squeezing his biceps with feigned ecstasy. Denise and Peter could be counted on for sustained verbal sexual tension. If someone asked where Peter was, the response was surely "Peter is between Denise." Seth Popper, pediatrician, pedi-Popper to some, would put his face down on the table rolling his head under folded arms during this "unrequited sex baiting." He was no prude, but just reflexly into conflict avoidance, even when in playful simulation. Seth took the brunt of the children's emergency room family trauma problems. Child abuse and incest were his day to day issues. "One of these days I am going to record you two. Imagine what I could do if I had the pair of you on tape!" The instantaneous "Eat me," from Peter Belachnik layered on top of Denise Mason's. Pedi-Popper with his social consciousness was half of the third 'boy-girl' team that frequented The Table. Seth found himself in many a heated discussion throwing his social sanity slant behind a voice of moral conscience, Mary Richards. Mary Immaculata, as Denise Mason dubbed her, was the chaplain assigned to County's cancer and leukemia services. That was one miserable job. Morgan suggested that Mary Immaculata had to be on 'Ludes', how else could she possibly face that shit. Richards explained that death was a beginning and a passage as Morgan face down eyes up directed softly back that she hoped so, "but .. oh never mind." It was difficult to get seriously base with Mary. There was, instead, an urge to cross oneself.