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Dennis lay on the surgery table, several
specialists were called in and a plan was formed to save the
damaged parts and replace the parts they couldn’t repair with
either mechanical or animal parts. It would take twenty seven hours
on the table, but when they were done Dennis was a new man. Or at
least with new parts.

Two days later, when Dennis was brought out
of his medically induced coma, Cassidy Rayne, Henry and Edward
stopped by to visit. Dennis was still technically a partner so the
three others decided it would look good to make and appearance.

“How are you feeling?” Cassidy asked with a
fake smile.

Groggy, Dennis replied, “I feel shitty,”

“That will pass,” Cassidy replied. “I have a
girl working on your workman’s comp claim. She’ll be down later for
you to sign papers.”

“They won’t tell me what happened to me, just
that I was in a car when it happened. Do you guys know what
happened to me?”

Henry stepped up to the side of the bed. “The
car you were driving had a malfunction, you lost control and had an
accident.”

“I don’t remember driving a car, I can’t
remember today at all.”

Cassidy spoke up, “You can a concussion they
said. It’s normal for you to forget the accident.”

“I wish the doctor would come in and explain
a few things. I think these drugs they have me on are making me see
things.”

“They didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, but I think I’m hallucinating.” Dennis
said raising his right arm from under the sheets. It wasn’t human,
it looked like it had come from a chimpanzee. The group looked upon
the arm in horror trying not to let their emotions show. “Do you
see what I see?” Dennis asked. “I think I have a monkey arm.”

“That looks more like a chimpanzee,” Edwardo
spoke up, “Technically chimps are apes, not monkeys.”

“So you do see it?” Dennis asked.

“Yes, it is quite disgusting,” Edwardo
added.

Cassidy gave Edwardo a look that said shut
your hole you fucking idiot, we don’t want to make this worse and
get sued for this. She could tell a lot with her eyes. Edwardo
complied.

Dennis moved the fingers on the ape hand and
tried to feel anything. He could, it was amazing. Although it
wasn’t his arm, he could feel as if it was his arm. But it felt
funny because it was a chimpanzee and they have pretty fucked up
hands. “What else did they do to me? Am I the bionic man?”

Just then a doctor entered the room dressed
with a white lab coat. He held an electronic chart and some sort of
gadget that looked like a tricorder from Star Trek. “Hello Dennis,
how are you today?” the doctor asked.

“I have an ape arm,” Dennis replied.

“Yes you do,” the doctor replied. “And that’s
not all, you also have a neural processor in the back of your head
where the damage was the worst. The processor filters and processes
all of your vision.”

“So I am the six million dollar man?” Dennis
asked.

“One point five at the most,” the doctor
replied. “We got the ape at an ape refuge in Arizona.”

“You killed an ape to save my arm?”

“No, it was dead already, they had it in a
freezer for the last week. We, I mean you got lucky.”

“What else did you do to me?” Dennis
asked.

“We grafted skin from a hog onto your back
and neck, reconstructed your spine with Legos...”

“What, Legos?”

“They are surgical grade Legos, made for
fixing just about any orthopedic problems. And we put in a baboon
heart as well.”

“Why a baboon heart? Was I dead?”

“No, but you had a major cholesterol problem
and needed a triple bi pass anyway and we didn’t have time to find
you a donor so we found a baboon and killed. it. I hate fucking
baboons, evil looking fuckers always sticking their asses up in the
air.”

“When will I be able to leave?” Dennis
asked.

“Six weeks minimum,” the doctor replied. “We
have to make sure your body doesn’t reject the animal parts.”

Cassidy spoke up, ”You need your rest, we
want you back as soon as possible. We have lots of girls that need
you. No one can capture the vagina like you do.”

“Vagina?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, Dennis here is our vagina photographer.
He takes all the pictures of the naked girls for our porn
site.”

“Which site is that?”

“cassidyrayne.com”

“No fucking way, I have a membership there. I
was thinking of cancelling it, your content over the last year has
been sweatshop quality at best.”

“We know, Dennis is here to fix that, so he
needs to get better fast.”

“Yeah, I can’t jerk off to that third world
shot in an alley with a gun pointed to her head crap. It takes all
the fun out of it. What are you doing to change that?”

“We only hire local girls from now on, Dennis
shoots them at our office.”

“Hey, I know a nurse that would be really
good.”

“Would she pose nude and fuck on camera?”

“No, but she’s hot as hell.”

“Then she is no good to me, I need women that
will fuck, suck and blow on command. Looks means nothing to me if
they can’t do that. If they want to do nude modeling, they can work
for Victoria’s Secret.”

“I have some video I shot of her taking a pee
in the women’s bathroom, can you use that?” the doctor asked.

“Is it real video or faked?” Cassidy
asked.

“It’s real, I got a shot of her pussy when
she wiped.”

“We can’t use video without the model’s
consent.”

“Really? That sucks, I jerk off to that at
least twice a week in my office.”

“Have you ever asked this woman to have sex
with you?”

“No, she’s a bitch, rather fuck a Doberman.
But I do like to watch her pee.”

Disturbed by the doctors comments, Dennis
decided to speak up. “Is there any way I can get out in less than
six weeks?”

“Who’s the doctor here?” the doctor snapped
back. “You’re lucky I sewed that ape arm on you in the first place,
do you know how hard it is to thread a wound with all that ape
hair. Half the time I couldn't tell the difference between my
suture and that fucking hair. I gave up three times, but the
thought of how much money I was making kept me going.”

“You’re a true hero,” Cassidy said with a
tear in her eye.

“Do you think it’s possible for me to shave
this arm so it doesn’t stand out so much?” Dennis asked.

“Do what you want, it’s your fucking arm,”
the doctor said and turned to leave the room.

“One more thing doc,” Dennis said.
“Thanks.”

“No problem, it was either fix your arm or
jerk off to that video all day and thanks to you I can buy me a new
three stall garage.”

Once the doctor left, the remaining three
from the office stood around bored.

“You don’t have to stay for me, I’m fine,”
Dennis said.

“There’s one thing we do need to discuss
Dennis, “Cassidy said. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“What is it?”

“From what I have heard on the news, your car
may have had a bomb planted in the trunk.”

“I can’t remember the car, but go on.”

“You were given a new company car by Henry
and as you drove away it blew up in the street. Turns out the
police have found bomb fragments at the scene.”

Stunned, Dennis replied, “Who would want to
bomb me?”

“It was Henry, he tried to kill you.” Cassidy
replied.

“What? Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because we came to finish the job.”

“What did I do?” Dennis asked.

“Nothing actually, you were doing what I
asked you to do, but dumbshit here decided to kill you on his own.
And now that they’ve found bomb making parts at the scene, it won’t
be long before they put two and two together and figure out Henry
did it. Then they will try to shut down the porn site and put us
all in jail. I can’t have that happen.”

“If you’re going to kill me, why tell me all
this?” Dennis asked.

“You asked,” Cassidy replied.

“Kinda pointless don’t you think? I mean, if
you’re going to kill me anyway, the

Explanation is moot.”

“Yes, but it is polite to answer you.”

“It’s also polite to leave me alone,” Dennis
said pressing the nurse call light.

“Did you see that?” Henry asked. “He pressed
the nurse light.”

“How long till she gets here?” Cassidy
asked.

“My nurse is a guy I think, I was sort of
groggy, but I think he has a beard.”

“I don’t give a fuck if your nurse is the
queen of England!” Cassidy snapped back. “We have about two minutes
to finish you off.”

Just then the nurse walked in the door. It
wasn’t a man after all, but a short round Asian woman about
mid-thirties. Cute, with a nice rack. “What can I get for you?” the
nurse asked.

“Call the police, these three are here to
kill me,” Dennis said.

“Kill you how?” the nurse asked, “I have to
know for my charting.”

“Forget your charting, call the cops before
they kill me!”

“We have our own security, I’ll call
them.”

“Call somebody, now!” Dennis yelled.

“What a fuck head,” the nurse said. “Calm
down or I’ll give you some Ativan in your ass.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and left
the other three there free to do what they wanted.

“I can’t believe she just left like that,”
Dennis said. “Doesn’t she have a radio? Hell, the slaves at Wal
Mart have radios these days. You would think that a hospital would
have them too.”

Henry approached Dennis and grabbed a hold of
his IV line. Removing a syringe from his pocket, he uncapped it and
shoved the needle into the port connected to the line. He pushed
all the contents into Dennis’s IV and watched the fuzzy liquid
slowly creep down towards Dennis’s arm. It was taking forever.

“What did you put in my IV line?” Dennis
asked.

“Bleach,” Henry replied.

Dennis grabbed the IV line with his ape hand
and yanked it out of his arm to Henry’s dismay.

“What the fuck?” Henry said.

“You didn’t think I was going to lay here
while you’re trying to kill me do you?

“I thought the IV would go faster,” Henry
replied.

“What’s your backup plan?” Cassidy asked
angry and frustrated.

“I don’t have one,” Henry replied.

“Grab his pillow and suffocate him!” Cassidy
barked at Henry.

Dennis used his chimpanzee arm to swat at
Henry and the smacked him on the side of the head knocking him into
the IV pole and onto the floor. Dennis was amazed with the strength
he had gained with his new ape arm.

Henry sat on the floor holding his head in
pain. The ape hand had struck his ear and made it bleed a little.
Henry was a very sensitive man when it came to pain.

“What is wrong with you?” Cassidy yelled at
Henry who was being a big baby on the floor. “Get up and suffocate
this man before we all end up in jail!”

Henry stood up and pouted like a three year
old. “I don’t want to, “ he said. “I tried twice and now it’s
someone else’s turn.”

“Fine,” Cassidy said and pulled a pistol from
her purse. She aimed it at Dennis and pulled off seven continuous
shots in his chest. Dennis lay there and watched wondering if she
had blanks in the gun. Then he noticed the bullets sticking in his
chest. “Bullet resistant, remember?” he said with a smile.

Cassidy had forgot all about Dennis’s super
powers. Now she understood how he survived a bomb in the trunk.

Cassidy sat at the defendants table dressed
in a tank top, eight inch plaid skirt and six inch heels. Her
lawyer wanted her to wear a conservative suit skirt combo, but
she’d have none of it. This was her turn in the spotlight and as a
quasi-celebrity, the media would be all over the case, including
cameras in the court room.

The judge told the lawyer for the defense to
call his first witness. “I call Henry Shedmeyer to the stand.”
Henry took the stand and the oath waiting for the defense lawyer to
begin. “Mr. Shedmeyer, were you present at the time of the alleged
shooting of the defendant?”

“Yes I was,” Henry replied.

“Can you tell me in your own words what you
saw?”

Henry shuffled in his seat and looked for the
camera at the back of the room. “I saw nothing,” he replied.

“Thank you, no further questions.”

The judge spoke up, “The prosecution has the
witness.”

Henry was smug in his seat watching the
prosecuting attorney approach the bench like John Wayne. The
lawyer, Mason Fish, looked up from his tablet and looked Henry in
the eye. “Is it true Mr. Shedmeyer, that you are a notorious liar
and cheat?”

“I don’t think so,” Henry replied.

“You don’t think so? Weren’t you sued ten
years ago for breach of contract?”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“It shows your character, that you are
willing to lie to protect your interests,” Fish replied.

“Yes, I was sued,”

“How did that turn out?”

“I had to pay six hundred dollars, I paid it,
and it’s over.”