Existence Womb (36)

   
   "Existence Womb (36)"
    
   The fine, goodish Doctor Luke had settled.  Now an official citizen of Canada--it was all fabricated by underground attorneys and spooks; still, he was anchored safely in the Great White North.
   In the Calgary Region.  Of all the Provinces and territories of Canada, Luke had planned on Saskatchewan, but he made a left turn and ended up in Alberta.  Saskatchewan sounded like on your ass-neck is smeared and creamy coyote scat; regardless, it kinda/sorta reminded him of that, but the coyote kill must be lower by the government in Canada than the United States.  It felt humane--more so.  And the women were deliciously hot, melting away the Popsicle, if a bag of ice didn't do it at the Emergency Room for a patient waaaay beyond his Viagra level.
   And he was glad to not be in movie-making British Columbia.  Besides not wanting to be close to Seattle.  Legal State, but he was not a Russell Wilson fan, though the dude reminded of Roger the Dodger from the famous, hard-hitting 1970's in the NFL.  Around that time, not even Buford T. Justice could escape Bradshaw and "Mean Joe" Greene in a Burt Reynold's film, and Justice was allowed to cross State Lines cause he was in "Hot Pursuit" of that Damn Bandit, and to punch Junior's Mamma in the mouth when he got home--it would be condemned, and is, nowadays--the United States, but forgetting the two sides to every web weaved.  
   Anyway, Luke would make contact. telepathically, with Buck's magnetic, cerebral skills.  And soon--his daughter and the Catholic Monk Werewolf would be his to control, lovingly possibly.