"The hell I do," the other said cheerfully. "Not near enough."
Barry Watson said easily, "A drink wouldn't hurt. Why're we so stiff?
This is the first get-together for ten years. Jerry, you're putting on
weight."
Kennedy looked down at his admittedly rounded stomach. "Don't get enough
exercise," he said, then reversed the attack. "You look older. Are your
taking your rejuvenation treatments?"
Barry Watson grimaced. "Sure, but I'm working under pressure. It's been
one long campaign."
Kennedy passed around the drinks.
Dick Hawkins laughed. "It's been one long campaign, all right. Barry has
a house as big as a castle and six or eight women in his harem."
Watson flushed, but obviously without displeasure.