..no, do.”At which, he pulled down his zip and reached a hand inside his trouser.I looked across as he pumped his hand up and down slowly inside his...trousers. He turned and saw me looking but didn't say anything as we both looked forward again, rubbing ourselves self consciously and me dripping and close to orgasm because it all felt so surreal and erotic.This went on for a few minutes and then his phone bleeped an alarm. He pulled out his hand saying,“Oh, goodness me, I have to get back”, at. He looked toward the window. Through the light of the setting sun he could see that something was out there! He went to it.Hepzibah was looking back at him through the grimy glass, a toothy grin on her face.“Shit!” He quickly opened the window and let her in. “How’d you get out there? I’m on the fourth floor!”“Mon-day!” She said in her harsh voice as he closed the window and turned to her. She was right in front of him now, sniffing. She nibbled her lower lip, the universal sign of sexual. Her credit cards are maxed out so she had to spent the night in her car."I couldn't believe that anyone would treat sweet little Rosie that bad. I knew she was naive but I never thought she would let someone take advantage of her like that. Then it dawned on me, that I only knew her from the Diner and really didn't know anything about her personal life. "Ask her to come out and talk to me. I'll take that booth over in the corner."Agnes disappeared into the kitchen with my message while I moved. "Hello Mr. Stewart, I'm Dr. Seidenberg, how are you feeling today?" she asked."Hello Doctor, it's good to meet you," I replied. "I'm doing well thank you, and yourself?" I'm fine for a Monday morning," she replied. "I see Bridgette has you in a gown already. Shall we do an examination of your skin grafts and we'll get you back into your clothes before she can come in and sneak a peek. She's been talking nonstop about you since we received the medical file last week."I got up and turned to let.