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door and embraced him and held him as if they had always been in love, pressing her head to his chest then reversing the posture. "My editor told me that you asked about me - and Marcus." "And Marcus?" Shannon gasped as doctor Macaluso did his second double take, this time from within her bosoms, God they were warm, "Marcus?" he seconded, drunkenly muffled. She didn't lose her grip, but with her head still pressed to him, nodded, held tight a few moments more then went to full arms length to behold his more aged look. "You remembered us," as Shannon mumbled about professional men with sustained mental erections, none of them forgets... At the first opportunity as Nora turned to open the outside door which had closed behind her, "Marcus?" Shannon was still uttering with bug eyed shock. "Did you leave out part of this story?" "Come-on in," Nora led as Mac muttered, "I guess I did," shrugging his shoulders. "He's here," she beamed, shaking her hair and wiggling her shoulders as she led. Mac asked, "Who's here?" thinking maybe a husband with a shotgun might be inside as Shannon quietly remarked, "Hell, I'd grow a dick and go to bed with her. I've never seen anyone so pretty." "Jesus, Shannon," Marcus whispered to her. "Here he is!" Nora exclaimed as she opened the door. It wasn't at all clear who was being presented to whom as a startled doctor beheld a young man and the young man beheld him back. "Marcus, meet doctor Marcus Macaluso." The young man gasped, "Marcus? YOU'RE MY FATHER?" "Oh shit," Shannon punctuated.