"What?" I asked. It came out as a squeak."Donnelly," the man repeated. "He owes rent for two days." It took me until then to recognize the man as the ...otel manager. From this angle, he looked a lot different, and a lot meaner."Uh, he's not here."The manager looked down at me and frowned. "Hey, you're not staying here are you? Donnelly didn't pay for two people."I shook my head, the loose ponytail bouncing against the sides of my face as I did. "I, um, I'm just a friend. I, I mean, Charley, I,. I just stared as I tried desperately to keep my emotions from showing on my face."Do you want any breakfast?" I knew I couldn't eat and I didn't want to leave what had become my sanctuary. "No, I'm not hungry."She turned without another word and left the basement returning to the kitchen. She must have turned everything off because only moments later, I heard her car start up and pull out of the drive. I just couldn't get the least bit interested in leaving my chair. I was not hungry nor was I. “Doesn’t matter,” she said with a grin. “Your name will be on all my accounts as soon as I go back to Earth for my dissertation. Besides, I’ll need to get my name changed. I’ll be Mrs. Patrick Morales,” she proudly said. “Hmmm, Doctor Jasmine Morales,” she tried. “That really sounds distinguished.”Morales went after the cleaning supplies while Jasmine put on the percolator for a much-needed warmup from the cold. Working together, it only took a few minutes to take care of the rifles before they. I was shutting down my computer and gathering my things when Dr. Galton called me into his office. "Amy, I need to ask you about this patient we saw earlier today. I know you were in the room with me and I can't remember how long he said he was having his abdominal pain for?" Dr. Galton was sitting in his office chair with his legs relaxed and open, giving me a straight view of his bulge. He was wearing light gray scrubs. Just the right color for me to see the outline of his cock. It looked to.