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"Well, you do so many. I wouldn't come here at night for that. But yes, we are aware of your splendid work. You help so many of our children." Now he was riveted to her. "Damn! I know you. Your.. voice. Say something else. Anything. It'll click." Marcus was trying to reel her in. "Congresswoman Shondra Woodrow, formerly Shondra Smith. Still saving folks are you, Squid?" a very generous hint, as Marcus bellowed, "OH MY GOD! CONGRESSWOMAN! SHONDRA? YOU DID IT! Shondra. You. Damn. This is sooo cool." He was bear hugging her off her feet and shaking her when the next logical connection was made, "WOODROW! You married Lyle! Oh oh oh. Now there's a happy guy. He must have a perpetual hard-on!" "Easy Ajax!" drawing on his old nick name and laughing at the last nearly correct deduction. "Actually, I've had this title for three years now, and Lyle is a sweetheart." "I never made the... I didn't uh..." "Never you mind. I'm here on ugly business." She got quickly serious. "Can I help you?" Marcus's knee jerk response. He took her to a secluded cul-de- sac, nicknamed the mourner's corner or lawyer's foyer, where doctors often spoke with family members about ominous problems. She corrected, "No. It's you who needs help. Doctor, there are people hanging around folks in government - regulatory circles - spreading stories about you. Nasty stories. Here is a photo." It was a lewd photograph showing the doctor in a perverted act with sleazy looking women and men. "Jesus! Shondra... these are fakes. Look. Not that you'd know, but I don't have a wanger like that. Wish I did." "You and every other man. It doesn't matter. Who knows that? Any billboards out