.Where AM I?" He yelled the question as the door was already shutting behind her.It only took about two minutes but it felt like eternity. The door op...ned again, and this time an older gentleman in an obvious doctor's white coat came in, followed by the same nurse."Hello, Mr. Jordan... Matt, my name is Doctor Stephens. How do you feel?" To be honest doc, I've been better. I feel like crap and not sure where I am or how the heck I got here." Matt, you were in an auto collision and had a head. But in reality, Katie didn’t want to admit that rolling around in his smell was the real reason. ********* Lucas slowly crept out of sleep as the sound of pots and pans came blasting from the kitchen. He instinctively rolled over to put an arm around Katie and offer to save water by showering together. Lucas found a cold, crumpled spot where Katie once laid. He bolted up and noticed the trail of clothes gone. There was no note, no number, no sign of return. She left? He thought, still unable. Fuck me...with your cock...put your cock...in my pussy...fuck me...oh, fuck me!” I was tempted—very briefly—to glance at my watch and say, “Whoops! Gotta go!” and pretend to leave, just to see what she would do. But of course I didn’t. Couldn’t. But I couldn’t resist making her beg a little more. She fell silent and watched as I first took a picture of her spread-eagled on the desk then removed the camera from around my neck and put it aside, then pushed my pants and underwear the rest of the. ’ Katie made a move to knock on Chantal’s door and Jean-Claude bear-hugged her, pulling her back. Katie screamed and Martin came running up the stairs, just as Chantal flung the door open. ‘Help me!’ ‘What the hell is going on?’ Jean-Claude released the woman, moving his angry glare from Katie to Martin and then to Chantal, who was dressed in a filmy nightgown and robe. He noticed the candles lit in her room and sneered. ‘I thought you weren’t feeling well.’ ‘I wasn’t.’ She reached out and.