. bad news for all, but especially for the unlucky patients on the wrong end of triage. It was an ever present reality of medical combat duty, the ele...hant in the room, but it was also a sign that things weren’t going all that well. It was bad enough to have to sort out and prioritize some patients over others on the basis of their chances, but far worse to have to do so in a hectic, frantic manner. Mistakes were sure to happen, even more than usual, of course.At least we didn’t get sent to. ‘Well, Julie, I see you have managed to grace us with your presence.’ It was Gene Markham, Julie’s boss. ‘I’m on time so don’t bitch at me!’ she angrily retorted. She was the catalog manager and chief of the complaint department. She was very good at her job, deftly handling orders and satisfying the complaining masses. Her lunch break consisted of a tuna sandwich and a coke. Nine hours later, having handled several dozen return complaints and numerous catalog orders, she gathered herself up. "She looked puzzled for a moment, then caught sight of the red jewel in the middle of Gregg's forehead. Her eyes glazed over. "Of course, Sir," she said in a flat monotone. "I'll just lock up then." Please do," said Gregg softly, "and then come back here."Gregg watched as she walked across to bolt the museum's front door. "Good legs, tight skirt, very agreeable," he thought, still fighting against the sexual desires that threatened to disrupt his plans. Sharon was soon back in her place behind. She is trembling under me as I fill her tight ass with my cum.I collapse on top of her and she turns her head slightly and sees you. She just smiled and says "Welcome Cecile". I am still watching you, slightly embarrassed and say that I am glad to meet you. You walk over and offer your hand. I take it and kiss your fingers. It was the hand you were rubbing yourself with and I imagine tasting your sweet wetness.Your Mum rolls out from under me. And gives you a hug and kiss. She says you must be.