“What the hell was that about?” I asked looking at misty. She told me how the thought of getting caught turned her on so much that it soaked her p...nties all the way through. “I would love to see that” I said. “come over here and you can more than see them” she said as she lifted the front of the skirt she was wearing and spread her legs wide. I almost ran over to where she sat on the kitchen chair dropping to my knees and reaching for the crotch of her noticeably wet panties. I heard. "Tamara?" she said. "I think you need to ask yourself why you care so much for this patient. You were willing to hire him a hooker." I stood there long after she had left, mulling over her words. I had heard of the Florence Nightingale effect, of nurses who fall in love with patients and never put much stock in it. But Amber was right, I was in love with Henry. I slipped into Henry's room and saw he was awake and watching tv. "I hoped I'd see you Tamara." he said, his face beaming. This amazing. He leaned in, kissing the top of their head. “But we should get to the bridge...”“Yeah,” Chirp whispered. Their free hand was teasing along the hem of his pants.“And do work...” Ember murmured into their hair. His lips traced down to their forehead, kissing Chirp’s pale skin, feeling the softness of them. Chirp’s hand pushed his leggings down, freeing his cock with a single quick shove. Their hand closed around the base of his red member and they crooned, wordlessly. Hungry. “And ... oh. About that time, Sandy, my Casino host came by. We chatted a bit, I was letting her do her promo job. Sandy is always a sweetheart. Finally I asked her about the man watching us, still nearby. ‘Assigned to you!’ she said. ‘His name is Jonathan.’ I thanked her for that, got a pat on the shoulder, and went back to losing money. Finally bored, I decided to go ask Sandy to find me a Massage Therapist for later. Off I headed to her office. Sandy grinned at me, asked me what style? I told her.