She put her hand on my chin and turned me toward her. I closed my eyes. It was for the best. I tried hard not to stare, but I did. Now we're here. But...then, she did the(as I cannot pronounce my "L's") impossibru. She whispered in my ear, "If you liked what you saw, I would've been happy if you said it to my face." That was it for me. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I couldn't think straight. My breathing sped up as well as my heart as she traced her newly done french-tipped nails up my. As I sit remembering the piss-streaming dick I just watched, I hear the door again, so I settle back into good viewing position. This time, however, the footsteps don't go towards the urinals. I look up and see a fantastic hunk of man walking past me towards the second toilet. He looks at me as he passes. He is tall and very well built--obviously someone who lifts weights regularly--and is good looking, too. As he looks at me, I notice his eyes drop down to get a look at my crotch. Did I notice. I sent the Bishop back to his last rights and returned to the charnel house, but at least with a smile on my face. ------After being in what felt like the equivalent of Crimean War field surgery, surrounded by death, destruction, guts, brains, blood, urine, excretia, vomit and countless disconnected body parts for well over twenty four hours straight and awake for well over forty eight I finally took a telling from the chief staff nurse. I hadn't even caught her name in all the commotion, but. I had wondered what they were doingin their. I lost count of how many times I jerked off, in that firstweek alone, to the thought of me in that room with Rachel instead ofJack.After about the first week however, their mysterious daytime retreatsseemed to stop. Jack was always busy, if he wasn't at class, he wascooking or cleaning. It must have been a new hobby of his but I didn'tmind, less work for me to do. Jack's preoccupancy with cooking andcleaning had another perk. Rachel, who seemed.