“Okay, Mr.” I picked up his chart. “Mr. O’Donnell. David O’Donnell.” I scanned the chart.“Type one diabetic. Transferred from Casualty. ...dmitted with hyperglycemia. Blood sugar 31.9. He’s been given 10 units of insulin and attached to an insulin pump. To be kept under observation overnight. Hourly obs until BS normal and maintaining.”I looked at him.“How are you feeling now, David?”He shrugged. “I feel ok,” he eventually conceded.While Molly busied herself taking his temperature and blood. She had already received two small scholarships and the big ones should be announced in the next month or so. She had high hopes.One afternoon she got off the school bus and pulled the mail from the mailbox. There was a fat envelope from the university and she rushed back to the house and into her room to read it. Almost afraid to open it, her hands trembling as she slit the seal, she pulled out a number of sheets of paper. She unfolded them and saw at the top of the first page the heading. Primary objective one: Gather intel on the material the unnamed faction is buying from the arms dealer. Primary objective two: Gather intel in relation to the mole in NSA. Primary objective three: Exfiltration. Secondary objective: Gather records on arms dealer practices. Al and Ayden nodded. Kaitlyn looked at Ayden and winked, telling the both of them to keep their heads down. Gladden and Kaitlyn left the hanger. Ayden watched Kaitlyn walk out of the hanger with a big smile on his face.. Alex came again, painting Allison's dick andballs with his own jizz.She smiled, stroking his cum up and down her cock. "See, doing what wesay isn't so bad." And it's only just the beginning," Karen chimed in. She had begun totake off her pants. "I think you owe me that sex you weren't interestedin earlier." She stripped off her shirt, now fully nude, her leanmasculine body on display. "So come over here and get it."Karen laid on her back, and Alex immediately approached and entered her.She let.