Ben felt a hand settle on his hip. He looked down. Left hand, pale skin, slim fingers, gold rings, long nails with bright red polish, and well-manicured... then a second left hand stretched out over his side. Identical in every way to the first but with a club stamp smeared on the back.

DAMMIT!

Ben sat comfortably in his living room reviewing online engineering forums on his tablet while he waited for Catherine to pick him up for their date. He'd wrapped a tensor bandage around his calf and with it he found he didn't need to use the cane. He'd take the bandage off as soon as they left...