The phone rang, cutting off Eric's disgusted response. David grabbed the receiver. "Yeah, he's here. Who shall I say is calling?" A wide, nasty grin formed under the bushy beard and mustache. "Sure, I'll get him." He covered the receiver with one hand and chortled. "Yo, lover-boy. Seems there's a Dr. Lori Tremain on the line. You want to talk to her?"
"Give me that, you asshole!" Eric reached out one long arm and snagged the phone out of David's beefy hand. There were occasional advantages to having limbs like an orangutan. "Lori?"
"Hi, Eric." Her voice was sweet and hesitant.
"Hi, yourself. What's up?" As usual, he didn't know what to say to her.
"I think I got hit by the WYRM virus," she told him. Her rich, feminine voice was sending a hot current of lust straight to Eric's groin. "M
