There were times when she wore low cut tops to work. She hoped that he would ask her to type and would notice the swell of her breasts when he leaned ...ver her to watch what she was typing. If he did notice, he never showed it. She knew his attention was on saving the world and not lusting after her. In a way she could understand it, but that didn’t make her disappointment any less.She tried to get his attention by doing little things that he would appreciate. She fixed his coffee and delivered. He saw Sylvia smiling at him and wondered what she might know that he did not.Through the balance of the dinner the conversation was small talk—his courses, her books, the new art museum on campus. Richard found her intelligent and interesting.They finished the meal and drained the bottle of Chablis."Coffee?" Sylvia asked.Richard declined. "Too late in the day for me."Sylvia spoke again, "I have some ice cream that we can have for dessert, Richard. Would you like some?" No thanks, again,. Then the world caught up to both of them. Jessica spun toward the door and darted into the hallway. “oh, god Jake I’m so sorry!” she cried pulling the door shut behind her.“Jesus Christ Jessica ever hear of knocking?” Jake screamed tucking himself back into his pants.“I said sorry.” Jessica cried from behind the door.“what did hell did you want anyway?” Jake asked.“oh, umm.” Jessica actually had to think. Her brother’s cock was still fresh in her mind. “Lindsey said it would be good for you if. "It was the usual medical runaround. Hospitals get obsessive about patient privacy; only doctors are allowed to say squat about the patient and even they're pretty cautious about how much they'll say and to whom they'll say it. Nurses and other functionaries are told to keep their mouths shut to everybody, no exceptions. Like it or not, there was nothing I could do but wait.And wait. And wait. I'd glanced at the clock on the wall when I'd walked in, it had read 12:10. When I finally saw some.