“Hayes. This is from Dr. Harry Beaver.” Yep, I did have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old. “Uh-huh. That's the team doc.” “I'm supposed to believe the Mustangs' team doctor wrote you a prescription for,” she snickered and then cleared her throat to read the note aloud, “two doses of pussy a day?” I took her hand and led her toward the stairs up to my bedroom. “If I want to get better, I have to follow my doctor’s orders.”
