'What kind of a BLOODY crap operation is this? Can't you fuckers do ANYTHING right?' Her limbs shook with rage, her face crimson with apoplexy, and wh...n the poor director reached out to her as he tried to explain why they needed to re-film several scenes for technical reasons, she looked ready to punch him.In reality, she wouldn't have, being a natural coward, but she basked with intense satisfaction. She'd always had a temper, just bubbling under the surface, from those tedious days mopping up. "God, I hope I don't need surgery or nothing," I groaned. "That wouldn't be good considering the whiskey we just drank."The clinic occupied a modest concrete building with small windows and scarcely lit from the boulevard's streetlights. I stumbled in increasing discomfort, without much assistance from my pals, towards the frosted glass entrance. Bleary-eyed, I pushed open the door, holding my guts and seeking out a nurse. The door nearly swung shut in Chet's face."Hey-look at this sign," he. We leaned against the pillows and I listened to her shallow breathing. I wanted to touch her more than anything right now. But watching her touch her clit and breathe my name every few moments was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Better than any porn. Fuck it.Her eyes shot open when she felt my head suddenly between her legs, my breath on her pussy, my hands under her thighs to spread them more for me, and then when I finally speared my tongue inside that pretty little pussy, the scream. The man turned to slap her. "Mister, if she isn't yours, I can't let you beat her."He pulled a knife and threatened, "Put your nose back where it belongs, boy." Let her go," I said. I pulled my revolver from my holster.He let go of her hair. She started crawling away. When I glanced at her, he threw his knife. It stuck in my right leg. He ran toward me. I was able to get three shots into him before he got to me and he fell at the horse's feet.I was surprised that I wasn't bleeding very much.