“Yes, it is,” she says smiling. She is overjoyed to see the man again, though she doesn’t let him see that.“Are you busy?” he asks.“Not re...lly,” she answers, running her hand along his chest. She feels herself getting wet. She still prefers Kenton over Massimo. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? “I just had to do a service call,” she continues with a giggle.“No shit? Well, I’ve got a special job for you then,” he informs her. “But first, we’ve got to work on your outfit. That particular. He was very detailed in describing me and said I was hot. It frightened me about how much he knew about me and I knew nothing about him. He was very bold, he told me what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to fuck me in a park. He wanted to jump me as I ran. He wanted to rip my shorts off and bend me over a picnic table and bareback me. He wanted to plow my ass and plant his seeds into me. After he finished, he would disappear in the woods and leave me. He wanted me to wear my light green running. Montoya to be up and about, I asked Janice Pennington -- the first person I saw this morning -- to find him and summon him to my room."What is it, Carter?" he said."I'm pretty sick, Doc."Dr. Montoya was a research scientist, still trying to perfect his bedside manner as a GP. His facial expressions were not always difficult to read. Right now, he was alarmed."People... still get sick, Carter," he said. "The last few days -- well. To say they've been stressful... Well..." Those people in. The work she'd done on his hair gave him a rakish appeal, but she kept her head high to meet the steady gaze of other women who seemed to be debating if they could steal him away from her. He's mine, her thoughts growled at them.The band stopped for a break after finishing a song about keelhauling a filthy landlubber, and Zach paused to ask, "May I get you a drink, m'lady?" Rum," she said. "Something dark and sweet."He left her to go to the bar of dark wood and brass that was next to the large.