The door to Goren's hospital room creaked, and there was a slight sound as if it had just been closed.
Goren woke up with a start and threw back the sheet.
Had he heard correctly...
It was neither visiting time...
Nor was it time for her pitting.
Who could...
And especially at this time of night.
But no.
It must have been her imagination.
All because of Eames' numerous attempts.
Goren was constantly on his guard.
He decided of lie down again, put his head on the pillow, and closed his eyelids.
But little footsteps were heard, coming dangerously close to him.
Oh no...
It couldn't be possible.
Eames wouldn't have dared.
And however...
They could hear the little steps...
And he recognized them between a thousand.
It was the little she-devil.
Good God...
Don't not tell me.
Eames wouldn't do that.
Coming in at this time of night.
And especially not outside of visiting hours.
- Bobby...
At the whisper of the voice of Eames, Goren tensed, panic-stricken.
Shit...
He had to get away from her.
But how to do that.
In addition...
He was trapped with his ankle.
And all this...
Because of the little intruder.
But damn it...
What was Eames doing here.
And what did she want with him again.
Eames should never have come...
Nor be here...
At this time of night.
Eames was she, come to finish him off...
She was such so a jinx.
And it was becoming urgent to get away from her.
He had to put some distance between them...
Because if she continued like this with him...
He'd end up staying there.
Goren felt small, thin fingers resting on his arm, shaking him gently.
- Bobby... Wake up.
Ah no.
Certainly not.
He wouldn't give him that pleasure.
Goren wanted Eames to leave him alone.
He wasn't in the mood for undergo of new nonsense.
If he pretended to be asleep...
Maybe she wouldn't insist...
And she would leave.
But knowing the she-devil...
And her tenacity...
He had little hope.
Eames shook Goren's arm harder and harder.
But Goren did not wake up.
Oh the oaf.
Him, who had the light sleep...
And who was a person who slept little.
He couldn't hear him.
But of course...
Goren was pretending to sleep.
Eames was sure of it.
She had prepared a little surprise for him...
And she wanted Goren to see it.
Very well...
Goren left her no choice.
She was going to wake him up in her own way.
Eames climbed onto the bed, making the mattress sag under her weight, and climbed on top of Goren, put her small rounded buttocks on his thighs, sat down.
Goren blushed violently, shocked by Eames' audacity.
No...
What is it that him was taking him.
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes.
- Ah... You finally decided to get up.
Of course he was awake.
And what was that excited voice Eames had.
No, but what irony.
How not to wake up...
When a beautiful woman sat down...
Her little round buttocks on your thighs.
And what a butt...
My God.
He absolutely had to pull himself together.
But he had to admit.
After all...
Eames was a very pretty woman.
But why wasn't she going to bug another guy.
She was however very pretty...
And she could to have all the men she wanted.
So...
Why...
Why did she always bug him.
It was at to understand nothing.
- I will auscultate.
Pardon..
Goren had he heard well...
Eames wanted to auscultate.
Had she lost her mind.
To auscultate him, what...
Knowing the she-devil...
He had to be wary.
A small ray of light, indicating the dawn, crossed the curtain, to come to rest on Eames, and Goren's heart stopped at the vision of Eames.
Eames was dressed in a very short nurse's outfit, a stethoscope around her neck,
hence the small round room used to listen to the heartbeat, fell on her small chest, from which he could see her red bra, as the top was wide open at the neckline.
My God...
Was he dreaming...
What was this outfit.
Revealing the intimate parts of Eames' body...
And a very sexy Eames.
Goren let his gaze slide lower, and he blushed violently.
His eyes fell right in front of her crotch, and he could see perfectly her little red panties, so short was the outfit, and given the sitting position, the legs spread that Eames had.
To the vision of her small red panties Goren ignited all.
Eames wore red.
In Italy...
It was this color that indicated that the girl wanted sex.
But Eames couldn't know that.
And Eames would never have the idea to sleep with him.
It was simply impossible.
In addition...
He absolutely had to calm down.
This situation was getting out of hand.
- Now… That's enough Eames.
At Goren's shout, Eames looked at him, surprised.
But she shook her head in denial.
You can scream as much as you want...
I won't stop until I get what I want...
You in my bed.
And you will push other scream.
- I don't know what you're looking for...
What she was looking for...
It was pretty clear though.
Just by the color of her underwear...
Goren should have guessed.
She inquired.
And according to its origins...
If a woman wore red underwear...
It means she wanted to sleep with the person.
And this short nurse's outfit revealed her most strategic points.
Goren could not be serious...
He still didn't understand.
No, it wasn't possible.
Even after this attempt.
- You really don't understand... Eames leaned towards him, her small breasts brushing against his powerful chest, her face close to his. Or you don't want to understand...
Eames put his finger on her lips, and slid it down her body.
Goren grabbed her wrist, stopped her.
The heart beating violently in his chest, ready to rupture, Goren tried to control himself, and to remain calm, trying to take it on himself.
But the she-devil knew how to do it.
And it was so...
Good God...
Eames was making him lose all self-control.
But that would not be.
And he would falter not.
Goren put his hands on Eames' arms, and with firmness and gentleness, forced her back.
- I don't understand your actions.
So Goren continued not to understand.
He wanted to play this game.
Very well...
Eames removed the stethoscope from her neck, and threw it behind her, a big mischievous smile on his lips.
Uh...
What was she doing at just...
It was really weird.
He didn't have time to ask himself the question...
Eames turned around, purposely positioned her intimacy on his member, brushed against it.
She bent down to pick up her stethoscope, and showed him the vision of her little red panties, from which he could see the roundness of her little buttocks.
Goren slapped his head with his hand.
No, but...
What was Eames still looking for.
Good God...
Eames was so infuriating.
But her intimacy brushing against his member...
inflamed him even more...
Making it harden up nicely.
With one desire...
To take off those damn panties.
My God...
He was losing his mind...
And all control.
Eames was playing a dangerous game.
And if he listened to himself...
He'd rip off her damn panties...
Get her down on all fours in front of him...
And take her doggy-style.
At the thought, his blood boiled in his veins, and he sweated profusely.
Damn it...
He had to calm down...
And quickly.
He took a deep breath...
Trying to get the image out of his head.
Eames with stethoscope in hand, straightened up, and turned to face Goren, repositioning herself in front of him, a little mischievous smile on her lips, her big hazel eyes shining with that little flame.
- I got it back.
Got it back...
No but...
Eames wasn't serious.
If she hadn't thrown it on the ground on purpose...
Eames would still have it.
No but seriously.
And then what was that expression on her face.
That expression he knew all too well.
Ah no.
Eames wasn't going to do any of hers nonsense.
He didn't like the look on her face at all.
Eames did have another idea in mind.
The pain in his ankle revived, making him wince in pain.
The last idea she had had...
He couldn't forget it.
He was there...
In that hospital room...
His sprained ankle.
And all because of her.
And what pissed him off most of all...
He did not arrive at resent her.
So, that he should.
Eames put the stethoscope to his ears, took the tip in his hand, and advanced it toward Goren's rising limb.
- I wil auscultate here.
Ah no.
Certainly not my pretty.
You won't check anything.
And especially not that place.
His sex was fine.
And he had never had of such erections in his life...
Since all the attempts of the little blonde sitting on his thighs.
Goren put his hand on Eames' wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
- Don't even try.
Eames bit her lip, trying to hide the smile on her lips, which was widening.
Ah no.
He could see her smile very clearly.
Why didn't Eames stop his nonsense...
Once and for all.
He felt like he was dealing with a she-teenager.
Did she want him to turn her over on the bed...
And to teach her a good lesson.
By taking her on all fours.
She will be who was the leader...
And that she had did not play with him with impunity...
Without suffering the consequences.
Maybe that would cool off his attempts.
- But... Bobby...
Damn it...
No...
Goren couldn't do such a thing.
Yes...
She was infuriating.
She deserved a good lesson...
But she was far too small to suffer his attacks.
He shook his head in denial.
No.
He wouldn't do that.