“Umm, that would be all right. When the doctor is free, I’ll let him know, but he normally only meets people by appointment, and he normally goes ...ut for lunch at noon.”“Thank you. I’ll wait.”“Yes ma’am. Your name?”The woman had smiled broadly at this. “Mrs. Cooper.”Shawanda eyed Mrs. Cooper briefly from her desk. She was an attractive enough woman, considerably older, at least in her thirties, with blonde shoulder-length hair in a perm and startlingly blue eyes. Perhaps she had husband. With one hand, he places a thumb on my clit and begins to massage it slowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. Sliding a finger inside me, he says, “and so fucking tight.” All of a sudden, I hear the phone ring. Surprise registers on his face, and he reaches for his phone. Looking at it, he says, “I have to take this. Hold on.” He answers and walks away from the bed, leaving me tied there. I feel scared and hot and abandoned. After a minute, I hear him rifling through some drawers in the. As I picked up the steaming beverage, his hand disappeared beneath my skirt.~o0o~Despite my objections, Dan still hadn't removed his hand. In fact, instead of obeying my wishes, he slid it beneath one of my suspenders, squeezing my buttock hard, for good measure. This time I twisted my body away from him. With a rueful grin, he finally withdrew his hand. Assuming he'd finished playing games, I relaxed. That was a mistake. With rattlesnake reactions, he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards the. He had to act. He moved his hand forward and it slipped. The knife ripped a large gash in the mans chest. Joe dropped the knife and backed away. The man began to flat line. The doctors and nurses rushed to him and tried to revive him with the paddles. Joe watched in horror full well knowing that they would not succeed. He failed. The man indeed died. The medical court ruled the mans death was unlinked to the scalpel cutting him. No charges were placed against him. However Joe knew that his life.