The woman conceded, she'd play into the games… feed him what he wanted to hear, and pray to God that it would end there, he'd snap out of this haze and find the other side of the storm, where it wasn't so murky or grey.

"You were holding onto these notes… Agent…" she paused trying not to smile at how absurd this was… "Sheldon Jeffrey Sands."

Sands' throat gurgled and he tried to swallow. "Notes you say? I was under the impression they were love letters… if they're not…" he stalled for effect. "I just… I just…" Sands stammered.

"Shh… shh. I haven't very well read them yet to know just what their contents contain," she said.

"Mm… patient/doctor relationship… I respect that you haven't broken that boundary… Allow me." Sands said and stroked his hand slowly along her upper leg. "What's your name?" his sensuous voice whispered out. "Tell me, I long to hear the beauty of your title that matches the beauty of your eyes…"

"Sir, I'm not a doctor… I'm a nurse !" she retorted.

"Are you implying that I have further to go to break protocol then?" he smirked with enjoyment as he felt her inner most muscles twitching when his fingers slowed… and went with anticipation higher then followed her feminine curves and traced the contouring outlines of her legs. "Tell me… oh please…" he groaned a low orgasmic groan. "I burn to know… I ask only for your name"

"Sands! Fucking snap out of it, I know you're in there…" it was Oceane at his side.

"You were wet for me… tell me you still are, let me feel it," Sands said, his mind one-tracked, letting his hand slide until it could no further and then switched directions and caressed down feeling the parting of her buttocks beneath her womanly hood. "Trousers… no fair," he remarked.

"Touch me again and I swear I'll kill you!" she said grabbing the collar of his neck and slamming his head against the pillow.

"Are you… trying. to give me a boner?" Sands clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as the erection rose visible into the hospital sheets.

Sands peered his eyes open to mere slits, and saw her nipples poking through her blouse, and my how her breasts had grown. "Oh my Christ…" he gasped. "I knew men could… grow… but… mmm" he struggled with such undeniable beauty before his eyes.

"My eyes are up here!" she said thrusting his chin upward and his gaze away from her bosom.

"Another pair… has my attention… completely."

"Sheldon!" she hissed and let out a sigh.

"You know, some women might take that as a compliment..." he pointed out.

"What that some drugged up horny man has the eyes for breasts? Sorry if I'm missing some blatant appeal."

"Well, sugar-butt… you could stare at my cock, that so strives for your attention…."

"You'd like that too much!" Oceane spat and grabbed his cock forcefully hard. "No, Sheldon… let's get one thing fucking clear as mud… I am not here to be your little exploiting-toy…"
"Oh yes! Yes! A little higher… a little, just a smidgen" he gasped pleasure fully.

She tightened her grip deathly-so. "But you're no good to anyone dead! So…"

"Oh, is it deal-striking time?" he said. "Come around me… let me in, and I might agree to anything…" he said heavy with lust.

"You might… but you might just jump out the window and fuck and aardvark…" Oceane shrugged without a care. "I'm sure we can be… mutually beneficial to one another…"

"Fuck me…. I think so too." Sands said more urgently.

"There'll be no fucking!" Oceane said.

"You said you'd fucking kill me… would you kill me fucking?" he smiled slightly, and leaned up so his lips were just out of reach of her ear. "The skull fuck… was it real Baby?"

Oceane slapped him across the face, and clear into the next week.

"So we meet again." He murmured into darkness.