"What I have is a fucked up hand. I have no idea what you have." I have a patient with an attitude," he said. He did smile thank god. "You really want...to lose it. You don't have the power here, this isn't a adversarial situation." And you don't have a patient, who you can bully. So let's try to work together," I suggested."I don't have a lot of patience with patients who want to show me how tough they are," he said. "I did some time as a ER trauma surgeon during my residency." Well, seems I. I have read history and about people like Attila the Hun, Vlad Tepes, Robespierre, Khomeini, Idi Amin Dada, Leopold II, Pol Pot, Ivan the Terrible, Mao, Stalin, Caligula and Hitler. The Great Orator was even worse than them. They wanted to increase the power of a few at the expense of many. In my opinion, the Great Orator just wanted to punish his own culture.For some reason that I never understood, the Great Orator hated the United States. He intentionally pursued economic activities that were. "Your wallet," I said, holding it up.When he first turned around, he was giving me a what-the-fuck look. But when he saw the wallet and realized who I was, the menace went out of his expression."Shit," he said as he took it from me. "I woulda been fucked without that." He put it in his pocket.He looked me over, seeing a white guy twice his age -- shorter, but with about forty pounds on him, mostly in the belly."Thanks b*o." He looked around. "I owe you big time. You want some smoke?"I looked. ’ Her voice resounded with the bossiness that had dominated their childhood. Although Carla knew this was very wrong, Bianca's voice had a hypnotic effect.Woozily, Carla crept up the bed and placed her lips on Dillon’s. She had fantasised many times about kissing him - but not under these circumstances. They kissed tentatively, but then he opened his mouth and Carla followed suit. Their tongues met, sending a frisson of excitement through her body. He was simply gorgeous and his mouth tasted as.