.. Now here, this is the last one."Once more, the cool fluid rushed into me and greasily leaked over my eardrum. I shivered again with the same itch i... my ear as before, and Martha Jane sealed my ear with cotton. Then she sat back and sighed, drooping."I am exhausted from this! You're worse than a room full of sick puppies."I smiled angelically."Don't you smile at me like that, you little devil." She leaned closer to me and half whispered, scowling. "Hey, you have to get well. We can't fuck. ’ Allyson took her hand and put her fingers on the offending collar. She felt all the way around. She couldn’t tell where the hinge was that held the thing in place. It was locked on, and until Hannah or John decided, it would stay there. Helplessly she asked, ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Hannah gave her a warm, but condescending smile, ‘Now Allyson. This is for John.’ Tears edging out of the corners of her eyes, fingers around her neck on the front of the collar, Allyson whispered, ‘I have. Another inch. No yelling this time, just moaning. (I’m writing this up, I feel the precum oozing in my pants, I can tell you) Another inch. “Uuhgh, uuhgh,” he goes. I love him, I love him. “I love you,” I say. “I love you,” he replies, he’s having goose bumps now. “You see,” I say. “Yes, I do.” Another inch. “Uuhgh, uuhght.” He continues moaning. I push. We’re in, we’re deep into his beautiful body, and he’s wiggling with pleasure, yelling, chanting, “John, John, John,” and “fuck, fuck,. But Dr. Cummings didn't mention that little detail. No, I learned that when I talked with Evan later that afternoon. After Dr. Cummings left, I fell asleep while waiting for lunch to show up.When I woke up from my nap, Evan Maxwell was sitting next to my bed watching me sleep. It was a little disorienting to wake up and find him staring at me. His expression was so odd. It took me a moment to decide what it was. Irritation and tenderness. I wondered why."Hey, I didn't realize you were coming.