It was subtle, yet forceful, and soon it began to grow stronger.If it weren't located quite as deep, he might have suspected trapped gas.He smiled; he...knew better.The pressure kept building, and he began to sweat heavily. He was gettingvery hot, and was panting trying to catch his breath. He tried to removehis clothing, something he realized he should have done prior to drinkingthe vial, but he was becoming very weak, and couldn't stop his body fromshaking. He managed to at least get his shirt. 'I need to tell his fiancée, ' she thought. She looked round for Robin's mobile. It was on the side of his desk. She picked it up and found Lottë's number which she jotted on a piece of paper. There was no point in ringing her until she knew which hospital the ambulance would take Robin to. She sat on Robin's desk and took one of his hands in hers."The ambulance will soon be here," she said soothingly, "and as soon as I know where they're taking you I'll ring your fiancée and tell her."Robin. And..."Gabriela turned to Stan and said, "You scared the poor boy to death reaching for your gun like that. What's wrong with you, Stan?" I was only reaching for it to take it off, you've seen me do that a hundred times, and you never complained a bit." Yeah, but what did you say to him as you reached for the gun, answer me that, you big lump? Between you reaching for that damn gun and saying he was just who you were looking for, what did you think he would do, reach up and shake your hand?. ”“We’ll make sure you leave here with a smile on your face that will last for days.”“That’s what I’m here for.”“Not to be psychological but do you know how many times I’ve fantasized it’s you fucking me instead of my husband?”“No, but thank you for the compliment. We’ll have to take the time to make your fantasy a reality. Please come, several of the family are in our bedroom.”“I love the operative word, come,” she smiled.Dan escorted Carla into their bedroom just in time to hear Susan cumming.