“Is that a euphemism?” I asked.“What?!”“Does that mean you’re going to the loo?”“No. Just wait here. Don’t leave the room.”I liste...ed to his footsteps and was quite sure he was in the office on the other side of the hall, just waiting for me to pop my head round the corner so he could yell at me to wait. And so I opened the window and climbed out onto the window cleaners’ balcony to see if anyone on this floor would let me in. Some rooms were just for storing furniture, others had plastic film. "I didn't say a thing; I just backed away and ran to the garage. Shit! When you want someone, they don't want you. And when they want you, you don't want them.As I drove to the club, my erection went down. I parked and went through the pro shop. I noticed a nice 8x10 photo above the desk. I was now immortalized in pictures. I let the guy at the counter know I was there. I asked if he would have my clubs brought out and put on a cart. I told him I would be in the restaurant having breakfast.I. The best part was that I found my name embroidered onto the scrub shirts. I changed, put everything, except phone, in my locker. I put on the matching surgical hair cap and booties I found in the inner pocket of the pants.No one questioned me being in the room with Molly once they saw my scrubs. Only certain people here have scrubs of their own. Everyone else uses the hospital’s generic ones.They had stripped her, gotten a catheter in, put an IV in her hand, and someone was taking blood. Once. “God damn those are some nice tits” Randy said. “You know what’s going to make ‘em even nicer? My dick running in between them”. Tony said with a grin on his face. By now we were all three rubbing our cocks in our pants in anticipation of her removing the last little piece of clothing she had. “OK slut, you know what comes next. Get those fucking granny panties off.” I ordered.She took a deep breath in and pushed her underwear down below her pussy revealing a little dark, trimmed ‘landing.