Hi hi hi there, droogies! College resumed recently, so this may be my last update for awhile. However I certainly plan to continue working on the story once things slow down again. Happy reading!

- C.O.

Emma groggily shuffled down the hall to Alex's room. Her friend Kate had kept her promise and made her a huge proper breakfast. Nonetheless, she was as hungover as can be, and would have rather been in bed. She hadn't drunk like that since that horrible night two years ago when the police called to inform her that her godmother had been beaten to death with one of her own sculptures. And now here she was about get down and dirty with the killer. Life is funny sometimes.

She didn't even speak to Alex when she entered the room, just forced a smile.

Of course Alex was as jovial as usual. "Hi hi hi there, Emma! You look pretty fagged for it being so early. Had a strenuous nochy?"

Emma put her face in her hands as she sat in the chair next to Alex's bed. "That's what we have to talk about, Alex."

Alex took her hands and kissed them gently. He lifted her chin so she was facing him. "What's got my malenky devotchka all razdrezzed?"

Emma couldn't help but smile. It was funny how Alex was ten years her junior yet managed to make her feel like a little girl safe in daddy's arms. She was still afraid that he might be merely playing with her emotions. But she knew she had to lay it on the line.

"It's about the Minister of the Interior. I think you should know that we have bad history and I don't want you to get hurt if shit gets nasty—"

Alex pressed a finger to her pouty red lips. "Skazat no more, love. I already told off the old bratchny. If he's like gloopy enough to vred my cheena again he'll get such a tolchok in the yarbles."

"Thank you, Alex." Emma kissed him, slowly and deeply.

"When she drew back, Alex decided to share the Minister's darkest intentions. "He tried kupetting me so I'd skazat that we were lubbillubbing. At first I didn't care, but then I viddied you were like really trying to help me, baddiwad malchick that I am. He can take his pretty polly and shove it up his ass."

Emma teared up slightly. She had been right that he meant his words yesterday. No one had ever supported her against sexual harassment before. And this was from an ex-hooligan who had once tried to rape her.

Alex took a tissue and wiped her tears away. Emma smiled and said, "What do we do now?"

Alex grinned broadly. "I was hoping we could do the old in-out."

"Oh Alex," Emma groaned in mock exasperation.

"But first," Alex said between kisses trailing from her lips down her neck, "I need to viddy your horrorshow groodies."

Emma bit her lip as he gently undid the buttons on her blouse, helping her arms out of the tight sleeves. He growled softly, kissing her deeply as he reached around to unhook her bra. For a moment he just stared at her ivory breasts naked before him. He gave her a roguish glance as he licked his pointer fingers, then fondled her hardened nipples. Emma moaned, then squealed sharply when he gave them an abrupt twist, though not so hard that it hurt. He suckled her left nipple, then the right, back and forth for what felt like forever.

Then he pulled her skirt down and gasped. "No neezhnies! Naughty naughty naughty! It's almost like you were expecting some pol today."

"I was," Emma giggled, blushing. Even though she was fairly experienced sexually, this was a whole new forbidden dimension for her, messing with a patient. And she had never been so turned on her life.

"Then let uncle make you feel real dobby." Alex pulled her on top of him for more torrid kissing.

Suddenly Emma pushed herself up. "I need to see what I'm dealing with," she purred as she pulled Alex's hospital gown off over his head.

Alex spanked her and smirked when she arched her back in response. She squealed in delight when he expertly flipped her on her back and he was on top, as usual.

"Now for the end game, love," he said as he pushed inside of her for the first time.

"Oh God," Emma moaned.

"The eemya's Alex," he chuckled.

"I need it harder," she whined desperately, digging her nails into his back.

"Anything for my angel." Alex wiped strands of hair from Emma's face, admiring her beauty. He grunted as he started thrusting hard and fast.

Emma's whimpers got louder as she gyrated her hips to his energetic dick stabs. She writhed on the bed then suddenly screamed "OH FUCK!" as she came harder then she thought was possible with a man.

As for Alex, his grunts of pleasure were drowned out by Emma's Mt. Everest peak. He lowered his body down on her and rested, deflating inside her.

Emma kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"You know how to make a malchick happy," Alex laughed.

"Not an exaggeration."

He took her slender wrist and examined her watch. "Oh my lovely, the Minister was coming to govoreet with me about a domy and rabbit, so we best get our platties on."

As Emma started reassembling her disheveled professional appearance, she suddenly began laughing. "Alex, I have a solution for your dwelling problem. I have a nice big flat where you're welcome to stay."

He stared at her. "Real horrorshow."

Just as the two were starting to resemble a doctor-patient duo again, rather than breathless lovers, in burst the Minister himself.

"Good morning, Alex! Dr. Jones, your patient and I have some private business to discuss."

Before Emma could retort, Alex cut in with "Emma can slooshy all you skazat," glaring at the old man.

"Very well," he went on, looking darkly at Emma, "we found a position for you as a state contractor. We also found a residence for you—"

"Sir," Alex broke in again, "I've got a domy already. Tell him," he nudged Emma.

"I invited Alex to live with me, and he accepted. I think there would be a public outcry if you didn't let Alex live with me, if that's what he wants." Emma looked at Alex, who nodded eagerly.

"Well then," the Minister frowned, "I'll let the happy couple their arrangements." He left the room briskly.

The now-obvious couple touched noses gently before sharing a soft kiss hardly appropriate for two lovers who had just ravished each other's bodies.

Emma whispered into his ear, "I'll come back when my shift ends and we'll go home."

"Right right love." Alex gazed after her as she left; Emma turned and gave him a mock headshake in response to his ogling. When she was gone, Alex leaned back in his bed and drifted off with notes of Beethoven's 9th in his head.