Jens pulled out her IV and there's blood everywhere from it and the chest tube thing is lying on the table. I feel for a pulse - thank God there is a ...ulse. I look at Bernie and say, "We need Maria, please wake her up."Bernie waffles, "Liz, after your fight I'm not sure that is such a wise idea."I counter, "Bernie, if we can't wake up Maria then Jens might die."I watch as Bernie grabs a pitcher, fills it full of water, walks over and dumps in on Maria.Maria wakes up and yells...Present – Maria. I am not your goddamn groupie. Yes, you’re talented and gifted. Yes, I find you magnetic and charming. Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but not as a trophy to hang on your mantel.’ I was at my wit’s end. ‘Vanessa, this is just not working out. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’ll be dead of a heart attack before I’m 45 if we stay together. I’m sick of you, and all of your paranoid schizoid antics. Nice knowing you, I wish you the very best.’ I stormed out the door to her. She looked up smiling as he stopped speaking, hoping she had not made mistakes, and any she had made would not be noticed.He asked her to read back what he had dictated.She started to read, before the end of the first paragraph she knew she had cocked it up, she looked up at him trying to smile, willing him not to notice.But noticed he had, and he stood up and came around to her, he took her by the hand and led her over to a hard chair at the side of the room. Unsure of what he wanted from her. Michelle knew what I liked and was willing to please me in any way I choose. "Are you mine for tonight?" I whispered in her ear. I could tell that's what she was waiting for me to say. She give me a gentle squeeze and tell me yes. "Good. Then let's get started". I told her to get on her knees and look up at me. I wanted to see her face - her eyes as she looked up to me waiting for her next instruction.I feel my dick straining for relief against my black briefs. I'm becoming more and more turned.