I had numerous dreams of her and even masturbated numerous times imagining her. So it was a busy day at the OPD as usual and lunch was missed like usu...l due to the large number of patients. Evening came and our duty started at 5pm. 4 interns were normally posted on duty days and it just happened that PMB ( let’s call her that) and I were on duty with 2 other interns.Duty was hectic as usual and interns normally rotated our sleep and dinner timings for the night in pairs. PMB and I decided to. Before she could even turn over I waskneeling down, my hand gripping her hair close to her scalp, pulling her headback, forcing her eyes to focus on the knife I was holding right before hereyes. "Shut. Up." Her eyes gotwide, fear filling them, and her breath came in short gasps, her entire bodyquaking with adrenaline. She stopped struggling, going very still, hereyes locked on the knife. "Standup." I guided her up,turning her so her back was toward me, my fingers tight around her upper. " He stared at his wife, waiting for an answer. She truly was beautiful. He was almost surprised at how much her betrayal hurt him. Once you had lived with one person long enough, it was easy to forget what those feelings you've taken for granted truly meant. Easy to forget what love really was. But when he pictured her with another mans cock in her mouth... his gorgeous wife satisfying some spoiled city brat with that beautiful, mellow body of hers... that's when he remembered how much she. I closed my eyes and remembered how my pillows would smell of it when she wasn’t there and how it made me desire to once again kiss her neck. My hands began to tremble as I picked up the stack of letters written so long ago. I loved the way she wrote my name, Gianna Marsilli in big sweeping letters, her own calligraphy. She shortened it to Gia like my grandmother used to do and I loved it. She hated her own name, she felt Mary Jo was so small town and dull so I called her Zola, which was earthy.