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"Oh, and this is..." Nora offered.. "Shannon," not offering any more identification than absolutely necessary, and checking the exits. The young man politely acknowledged, "Hello, Shannon." Turning to the doctor, "Are you my father?" with a microscopic probing gaze alternating with an air of apprehension." "Hell no! Sorry, son. I'm the doctor who delivered you." "Oh, I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE excuse me. Mother has told me so often that some day she would tell me who my father was. I just assumed.. you know, there aren't too many Marcus' around... that you... well.." "Sorry? Don't be. Surprised me too," Mac laughed turning to Nora, "Named him after me? ME?" Shannon was flopped into a love seat uttering, "Oy." Young Marcus was mumbling to himself as the others spoke, "My real dad must be an axe killer... She won't tell me who he is.. Why?" "How can it be that you don't look any different?" Mac asked as the young man hurriedly excused himself for an engagement and left. "Isn't he beautiful?" Nora asserted with pride as her son departed, "Science! I wasn't about to let the only thing I had just get up and go." Shannon now into the conversation, "What's that?" Nora just flipped the loose spaghetti straps of her silky jumper from her shoulders and with a mere shake was there as naked as he remembered her and as beautiful as he had described her. "Damn," Shannon wheezed, "You don't have any of that for sale do you?"