“Yes?” Karen looked at the woman.“Hi, I’m Angela Carter, Doctor Wilson asked me to come and have a chat with you,” she said, closing the doo... behind her.“I bet you’re from the third floor,” Karen surmised.“Yes I am, how did you know?”“I was a nurse here years ago so I sort of know the routine. Examine the patient, get a tox screen, start an IV solution, call psyche for a consultation when there’s a suicide attempt and call the Police. Oh shit ... the Police! My husband didn’t do anything to me. "Oh my god!" she gasped, putting her hands to her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately, then pulled back."I hope that wasn't too forward, but I promised myself if I ever found the firefighter that rescued me, I would thank him," she said softly."What's your name?" he asked her."Linda," she said simply."Hi, Linda, my name is John. Nice to meet you," he said."Nice to meet you too," she said, blushing a bit as she looked down shyly. "Now lay. We'll lock in a heated kiss while he rams that massive black cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his body locking my heeled feet around his ass. James loves it when I dig my nails into his back when he fucks me. I really don't have a clue where my husband is at this point. I'm just totally involved of making love to my man at the moment. I think we switched positions several times before James stood up and had me wrap my arms around his neck. I quickly figured out what he was going to. ”“Yeah . . . ” His voice trailed off as he noticed what she was wearing. Nothing but a slouchy sweater. It had slipped off her shoulder, revealing her right breast. The fine lace of her bra did little to hide her nipple from his gaze. Her long, smooth legs were tucked beneath her. “I . . . damn.”She seemed to realize her partial nudity at the same time and gasped, jerking the sweater up and holding it at her throat like a cape. “I’m . . . so sorry.” Her cheeks pinked. “I haven’t gotten dressed.