Arnold Craven entered a certain morgue in Laguna Beach, LA after he spoke his password to the guard. Along the corridor leading to the autopsy room, he met Dirty Harry coming out of the door with his female partner tagging behind. Arnold smiled jubilantly at Harry. It was the first time he saw him in person. But the famous homicide cop and the woman just walked through as if he wasn't there. Arnold knew that neither of the two knew him. But in a close encounter like that it's impossible that there wasn't even a little eye contact.
Arnold shrugged it off and pushed his hand to the door of the autopsy room. Inside, three forensic doctors were attending to a naked corpse lying on the stainless steel gurney. He greeted them but not one answered. Finally, it dawned on him that he became invisible the moment he walked inside this building.
"The man died from three gunshot wounds to the chest," spoke the chief coroner.
Oh God! Johnny? Dead? I can't believe this! Arnold exclaimed aloud but nobody heard him.
Arnold flinched as the coroner made the Y incision on Johnny's chest down to his stomach. He turned his face aside and squinted at the odor of blood, bile, and intestinal gases. Dirty Harry entered the room again without his partner.
The coroner continued talking. "The three bullets punctured and collapsed the left lung. They made a major damage to the large intestine... nicked the common iliac and the celiac arteries, severed the renal artery and then oh...deep laceration of the stomach and liver by fragments of bone and lead and the tear of the heart muscle was sufficient to cause..." He paused. Dirty Harry's partner came back in cupping her mouth to stifle a rising vomit.
"You all right?" Dirty Harry said with a bit of concern. "Yeah," she said nodding. Harry then turned to the coroner.
"Sudden cardiac arrest," the coroner concluded.
"Hey, I think this man is raising a hard on," one balding assistant called the chief's attention.
Everybody laughed. "He's just big," the chief coroner said smilingly.
"No but I think... Look!" The assistant was flabbergasted.
Dirty Harry's partner looked in. "Oh my God! Harry what the hell is happening here?" The corpse's penis had risen straight up to a cocksman's enviable size. Dirty Harry squinted and his partner cowered at his shoulder.
"Jesus, this man's heart is beating! Sound the alarm!" The chief coroner yelled and in a second there was a loud ringing of bells.
The shrill of the alarm awakened Arnold with a start from his executive chair behind his opulent mahogany desk. He was in his LA office and the cell phone alarm on his desk was going off. He grabbed the phone and killed the alarm. The voice of her secretary came over the intercom.
"Mr. Craven, it's 5:00 o' clock. You're visiting Mr. Johnny Olron in Cedars, Sinai."
"Yes, Mary. I'm gonna be on my way now," he said.
"Would you care for coffee or any drink before you go Mr. Craven?"
"No, I'll take care of it myself. You can go if you're through with your work."
"Yes, Mr. Craven. I'll be through in a little while."
"Good. Have a nice weekend Mary."
"You too Mr. Craven, thank you."
I slept for almost an hour. Arnold looked at his watch. What the hell kind of a dream was that? Jeez, this is the nuttiest dream I've ever had.
Later, Arnold drove his Jaguar to the Cedar, Sinai hospital, dressed down in jeans, loose linen white shirt and light shades. His fifty years sat lightly on him. He looked more like pushing 40. Stopping at the red traffic light, he called his friend Johnny on his cell phone to let him know he was on his way.
Within less than 30 minutes Arnold was walking through the lobby heading toward the elevators. Johnny had figured in an accident in the recent Indianapolis 500 car race. Valves burned out. That's the cause, Johnny had said.
At the fifth floor, the elevator stopped and in stepped a stunningly pretty nurse hugging a clipboard over her buxom chest.
"Hi!," she said softly. A passing resemblance to Paris Hilton, only her eyes were blue behind clear rimless glasses. She was wearing an outrageously short dress uniform engineered to hug her curvy body and make heads turn.
"Hiya," he said, his eyes all over her. What the devil is going on here at Sinai, Cedar? Arnold wondered in his thought. The doors closed and she turned her back to him, pulling his eyes over her hand span waist and spectacular ass. A fresh from the shower scent whiffed under his nose.
The doors opened at the 7th floor and she stepped out, leaving him spellbound as she strutted her naked full ass and long firm legs. It was after he felt that the elevator was going down when he snapped out of his reverie. Ow shit! I should have gotten out on the same floor. He pushed the 7th floor button repeatedly with his finger but too late, he got off at the 5th and scolded himself as he climbed the stairs to the 7th floor.
Arnold entered Johnny's suite room and there she was, the sexy nurse in the elevator, squealing and jumping on her toes beside Johnny's bed. That's because Johnny was goosing up his hand under her dress. Arnold shook his head. Gosh, wasn't his accident serious enough? Despite a leg in a plaster cast, the pussyhound bastard is still makin' his friggin' passes..." He felt a twinge of jealousy. He couldn't help feeling romantic about this girl. But he shook it off and chuckled. "Well at least it appears that Johnny's not doomed to becoming a vegetable.
"Johnny!" Arnold boomed his voice. The nurse spun to him with a start, composed herself quickly and fiddled with her tray on the bed side table.
"Ahoy there, Arny!" Johnny yelled back. "Come on over here and meet my lovely caregiver."
Arnold strode closer.
"Alisha, meet my good ol' friend Arny Craven."
"Oh that's you. Hello, Mr. Craven." Her voice was cheerful.
"Arny, Alisha Mercuri, isn't she adorable?" He said his hand curling about her hips and rubbing towards her irresistible derriere.
Arnold grinned boyishly. "Nice to see you again, Alisha!"
"Oh, you've met?" Johnny's eyes stared in wonder.
