‘No. Where in the hospital are you?’, came a new message. Why did I want to know? What difference did it make? ‘In the concourse, getting som...thing from the vending machine’, you answered, adding, ‘why?’. ‘Meet me near the toilets at the end of the corridor!’, came the surprise response. Suddenly your mind started racing. I was in the hospital! At 2am!! The shock temporarily stunned you but you quickly recovered replacing stunned confusion with the instant heat of desire. I was in the. Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered Fiction although it has its basis in Fact. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events. We, the four doctors, the Adams family, and the Smiths—both the Ramsey Smiths and the two agents—were led to the fourth floor where we all had rooms and some semblance of privacy. The six guest bedrooms shared a living room, dining room, and conference room. We were told meals would be delivered from the kitchen.“See here, now,” Dr. Ulman finally mustered his indignation into something resembling action. “I object to our summary removal from our jobs in Florida. I administer a large hospital.. Nothing really memorable, I guess you had to be there.I rolled again and I drew a red card as well. Both ladies were overjoyed, but I got lucky and the question was to discuss how many sexual partners you had in your lifetime. Mine was easy, Susan was my first, my high school sweetheart, and then Jen. I told the story quickly, but dishonestly as I held back my relationship with Beth. The ladies looked at me in disappointment, they were hoping for much more, I could tell. I apologized telling.