His cock kept stretching out and going hard on him, twisting around involuntarily inside his trousers. His balls felt heavy and kept throbbing wildly. If only he weren’t so damned horny maybe he could keep his mind on the present situation. His wife was going to have their first child — prematurely, at that — and all he could think about was getting his rocks off.
Gar Woods jammed his hands into his pockets and stood in front of the window in the hospital waiting room, staring out at the flat, gritty scene. Diversey Avenue, cutting across Chicago’s mid-north from the lake to God-knows how far west, was not an inspiring picture. It was dirty, gray and packed with rabbit-hutch apartment buildings that had long ago seen their best days. He looked but he really didn’t see anything. The street was all too familiar to him. His wife, Jeanie, was back in one of those sterile white rooms, her belly swollen with child, waiting patiently for the doctor to take the baby. There…