They weren’t technically her patients. She was a second year fellow with another year to go before she would join the ranks of ‘attending physicia...’. Greg was, technically, Dr. Molitor’s patient. Molitor was not her favorite among the attendings. He was brilliant, that she conceded, but he was aloof. He made no attempt to connect with his patients on any level other than the strictly professional. Allison believed he had adopted the persona to protect himself from the pain of losing a patient,. Mike wasn’t feeling any better. He’d had to cope with being violently snatched from the corridor by what had turned out to be one of these deviant fembots. He’d never been involved in anything kinky before and, when they had forced him to undress, he’d been horrified by what they planned next. He had been pushed into a room and told to put on the stupid maid’s costume. With three grim-faced fembots bullying him, he’d had not choice but to obey.The whole business of getting into the outfit was. We went up to the Wings place by work and were talking and drinking for about an hour, when I got a text. It was Cliff. He apologized for not calling or texting the last few days and said he'd been busy with his girlfriend and couldn't slip away to say thanks. But that I was still on his mind. I didn't know how to answer him, but for some reason, probably the alcohol I texted back that I couldn't stop thinking about him either. I hit send and wanted to take it back right away. But it was too. And together our lips came, ever so faintly at first… Delicate flutters of flesh against flesh… What woman in her right mind could resist such awe? Such truth? Cindi’s lips met mine with tender reward. Her fingertips pressed into me, twisting her head slightly for a deeper kiss. Unlike my first kiss with Fiona, this was far more meaningful. This held the conviction and righteousness I had longed for my entire life. Her mouth parted wide, accepting the slick tongue now begging to fill my mouth..