Was this really a hospital? Had Murdoch risen to take revenge? Had his fellow-conspirators got me? Was this all a dream created by a maddened brain?I ...iggled the handcuffs frantically, causing the drip plugged into that arm to lash back and forth, and the arcade noise of the monitor to beat faster and faster. Then I heard the swishing susurration of a uniform and stockings and a nurse trotted into the room.“Mr. Lake. You’re awake again. Welcome back.”“Where am I?”“Forest Drive Hospital,” she. She came in around 1.30 am.“Jees what a night,” she exclaimed, waking me up, “I’m going to get a shower, don’t go away.”I got up made some coffee, she came down stairs ten minutes later wearing her bath robe, “Why do morons drive such small cars if they want to screw in the back seat?” she asked quite reasonably, “They need a contortionist not a girl!”“Look about tonight,” I said awkwardly.“Mmmm Coffee, no sugar,” she said in reply, “Look, I had losers groping me, sticking their dicks in me and. The smell of them very intense to my senses, which are becoming overstimulated as my desire rises even higher. My left hand is still rolling her small nip between my fingers. Pinching hard then letting up on the pressure as I work on it.Her hands are moving now as I am flicking her clit. One hand descends to my head, her fingers sliding through the short hair on the top of my head. Her other hand has moved to her other tit and started to play with her nipple. I notice as she pinches it really. “No -- but if it ever is, I get the royalties. This was my first patent and was part of the reason I was offered tenure at UNC.”Irene regarded framed certificates. “These are your other patents.”“Yes they are.”“And photos of you in the jungle.”“I was quite a bit younger. Like I said, after my wife and daughter died, so did my interest in traveling.”She approached his collection of spirits. “Is this the stuff that got me into so much trouble that night?”“Yes, indeed -- especially the cane.