Thank God for Sammie. Shit. That was close.Too close.We run for the car and speed off into the night. Blood is runningdown my finger and onto the s...eering wheel. I might have aconcussion, probably shouldn't be driving, but I'm in a lot bettershape than Sammie and we gotta move, so I just suck it up, drop thehammer on the accelerator and hope for the best. Sammie calls 9-1-1and gives an account of the assault and a good description of theassailants to the police. The cops will be waiting. . that it can be quite painful?" No. I thought it just meant 'getting horny'." Oh no!" Sister Bernice continued with the explanation. "Without going into the exact details, the gist is that the male patient must ejaculate, or the condition won't subside." Really! I had no idea."But... Aren't their ways... I mean, even if there's no other way, a nurse could..."They could help themselves" Franco was having the devil's own problem coping with where his thoughts were bringing him."All of our nurses. It was a outdoor pool and by evening we had few clouds around. We bought some swimming cloths for both of us and started to play around in the pool playing catch, we shared kisses frequently, were fondling and teasing each other and it started to drizzle, since we both were drenched, we thought of continuing in the drizzle, the drizzle slowly started to become steady and it started to rain. I had somewhere read a poem, “swimming in the rain”. It was sheer coincidence that it happened when I was. He’s Captain Masters’s brother-in-law.”“That would explain why he’s exempt from censure,” Thomas nodded.Dillon nodded sagely. “That is my thinking, too, Sir Thomas.”Inwardly, Thomas sighed deeply. Now he knew why Masters disliked him. Dumfries must be resentful of Thomas and his success, and his opinion had likely coloured the commodore’s views as well.He could now hear the sentry coming to attention outside the cabin, and Thomas turned towards the door. Masters entered first and then bade two.