Boss never gave me any food either. You have a beer.’ ‘Look, you and I could sneak out and find a place to eat. The boss wouldn’t mind. You can ...ring me back later.’ ‘No. The boss is on his way and he’s angry.’ ‘Well that’s his problem. He could have picked a better day.’ Few minutes later the basement door opened and down the steps Martin entered in his festive white roll neck jumper and slacks. He looked as if he had just finished Christmas dinner with his family. He seemed his usual self, a. Hornee Memorial Hospital by TW with help from MMIt was a slow weekend evening at Hornee. With only three patients on the orthopedic wing, the staff had been cut down to just one RN and one CNA. Annette, a shapely 32 year old RN with dark hair and a lovely Mediterranean complexion, twelve years experience, knocked before opening the door of room 2714 then entered.“How can I help you Mr. Gowen?” she asked.“That guy next door is blasting me with his god. He begged for me to slow, but I ignored his pleas. Soon he quieted down except for moans of pleasure. The sound of our sweat covered bodies slamming into each other, made me thrust even harder. I pulled out and stood him up. I sat on the toilet and lowered him down to my cock. I got a bird’s eye view of my cock being swallowed by his hungry ass. God, I loved to watch my cock disappear in a nice piece of ass. Every time he rose up I watched his hole stretch for my retreating cock. I reached. Then we hada good run, he and I."He had as good as said that he was going to kill Hobbes when he stoppedbeing useful, but he didn't actually say it. With what he had on me,Cardoza could get me fired and discredit anything I might say about thismeeting, though it probably wouldn't come to that. He'd already told meway too much to let me go and blab to Hobbes. If I didn't accept hisoffer, I'd likely not make it back to my room. So, that's the test. Am Ismart enough to see my options and pick the.