As he gave a long sigh, that sounded decidedly happy and relieved, she cleaned him up with the sponge. She looked up at his face, and he was looking d...wn at her. She didn’t need the bean bags to know that he was grateful.“I know it’s wrong,” she said softly. “But these are special circumstances. I’m more than willing to do this for you whenever you need it, because I love you.”His hand came up off the bed, and reached for her head. She dipped into it, and felt him slide his hand down the side. "Er- severe trauma, possible brain injury-" All right, take me to the kitchen, I need to talk with the good doctor."A thought struck me that probably should have when I first awoke. "Wait aminute, what do you mean 'kitchen'?" Well, this is Dr. Spalding's house ma'am, I'd be more surprised if hedidn't have a ki-." WHAT? What the hell am I doing in his house? Why am I not in a fuckingmilitary hospital or something? And how the hell did I get back fromHonduras so fast? And where's my fucking team?. ”“What if someone sees me – recognizes me?”“No one will recognize you as that nerdy guy.”“Doesn’t it bother you to be out in public with a guy in drag?”“No one but you and I will know, and besides I like a little bit of kinky sometimes.”“I don’t know.”“Come on, Lynn. A nice dinner, and I’ll treat you the way a lady should be treated.”“That makes me feel really weird.”“And maybe a little turned on?”“I don’t know if we should be doing this.”“I do, and we should.”With that, Matt got up and drew me. Her head lolled. A silver knife flashed. Blood spurted. Faust howled.Abigail's orgasm swelled even higher. The world fuzzed around her. She drifted on pleasure.“Savor your revenge,” Damien growled in her ear. “Savor it.”He bit her lobe. She shuddered at the new sensation crashing bliss through her. His dick buried into her depths. His cum spilled into her body.And the entire time, Faust cried and blubbered.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“No one will be coming here,” Rosa said as Damien D'Angel.