On a 7-9, it will cost you as her lesbian partner catches you.

"Doctor!?"

The voice shocks you out of your pleasure-trance. Dr. Breedlove straightens up, lifting her mouth off your cock head with a wet pop!

"D-Diddy?" the voice continues. "You promised."

Your eyes focus. The speaker is another woman in a white skirt and coat, though her blouse is sea-green, matching her eyes. She has honey-brown skin and short, tightly curled hair. Her full-lipped mouth is open, slack with disbelief. Her hospital badge reads FAWN ROGERS M.D., SUPERVISING PHYSICIAN.

"I'm sorry, Fawnie," Dr. Breedlove says.

Now that you've had a moment to observe them together, you see that not only are Didyma and Fawn wearing matching rings on their left hands, but they stand alike and look at each other with the same awkward expression. Like mirror images with different skin and hair. Like old married folks. Like you and Mary.

Didyma was cheating on her wife. Well, you were too, you'd allow, but with you and Mary it was more never-you-mind, don't bring any trouble home, tell me if you like, pray away the jealousy together. You were faintly jealous that you didn't get to see Mandy any more ever since Mary started working at the diner, but that was years gone now, before your girls.

"Diddy, how many times...?" Fawn says.

You clear your throat. "Sorry, I had no idea!"

Fawn turns to frown at you.

"Really, I begged her for help," you say. "I got hurt, and well, I was stuck here."

Fawn says, "Then why didn't she just let you jack the fuck off?"

Realizing she's raised her voice in the middle of the night in a hospital ward, she composes a blank look onto her face and takes a deep breath. She turns back to Dr. Breedlove.

"Diddy, you are off this man's case," Fawn says.

Dr. Breedlove sighs. "All right, you're the boss. For real. But next month we're legal, and one of us needs to transfer."

"Not here," Fawn hisses. "Maybe I should show you just exactly what it feels like to walk in on you like this. Maybe that's the only way I can get through to you." She points a long, honey-brown finger straight at your wet, exposed, erect penis.