"God and Satan? If you believe in that type of thing, they are always around, tempting and saving, hand in hand. Suppose both are around me enough with the trouble I get in and out of." But superheroes? James hadn't put much stock into that, though he had seen a few on the boards who were supposed to be a part of that ilk. "My prostate? I didn't think we were going that route today, but it seems like you really would like to get my pants down, Dr. Cuddy." Not that James was afraid of them like some men were. He'd had enough of them over the years anyway. "The usual, doc? Drop trou and bend over the table?" he asked as he slipped down and began to unbuckle his belt.