You sure you're OK?"What could I say? That I didn't feel bad or even upset? I had made mypeace with never seeing him again years ago. Now I was just...angry atmyself for agreeing to review the charts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Justanother patient."I pushed through the doors and saw Stephen and Kara, his wife, sittingthere. Expectant. They teach you all kinds of shit in med school, butthere's no class in managing expectations. Or there is, but it's aboutmaintaining clinical distance. Which, as I. Chapter 1 Grant and I met when I visited Dallas, Texas, helping Jeremy on a class action suit he’d been spearheading at the time. Not that Dallas was a long trip for me, seeing as how I’m from Houston. We’d met at a bar, actually. The trip wasn’t fun. It was a lot of hard work, a lot of late nights, not nearly enough sleep and way too much stress. Melanie had been living in Dallas at the time, working at one of the hospitals there, a nurse. I was hoping that she’d be able to meet me at the bar. Fill me up with your cum. Do it James. Cum for me.”My cock erupted and shot my love see deep in Miss Miller’s cunt. We were both panting for all we were worth. I collapsed on Miss Miller.“Thank you, Miss Miller. That was the BEST experience of my life.”“I loved it too, James. I came harder than ever.”I rolled off her and my dick popped out of her pussy and landed on the bed. We kissed and stroked each others’ body. When we caught our breath Miss Miller spoke.“Remember I told you that. They force me down on my knees tying my tarter to the front of the stage my head looks up glaring at the men almost daring them to bid on me looking like I would rather die than serve . After you bid you look around hoping there will not be a bidding war but not a single person is interested in the fighter you look back on stage to see that they have shoved a gag and tied my hands behind my back. You chuckle to yourself as they pronounce me yours I give you a death glare before they drag me.