<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, WITH BAMBI MARTIN BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF BED 11</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Well Bambi, I don't know,"</strong>Jackson shrugged gravely.<strong>"I'm going to have to fill in some reason you were sick in the paperwork. But you say you know how to make paperwork go away, hmmm?"</strong>He smiled slightly, bulging in his pants at how she'd squirmed and moaned in his hands.<br/><br/><strong>"Here's what we should do: I'll make sure there aren't any more balloons of cocaine in your ass left there by the sinister man to make you ill, and you can show me how you make paperwork go away when the cops pull you over. The cops won't hear a thing about it if you do it right! And you sound like a girl who knows what she's doing,"</strong>he smiled, patting her cheeks, one cheek of her face and one cheek of her ass.<br/><br/>Wiggling his index finger without warning into her slick rear passage, then another, he knelt on the bed bulging large and close to her face as his fingers left examining mode completely and gave her a probing of a subtly different kind, one involving an intense clitoral massage.<br/><br/>He could hear the alarm of someone nearly dying outside the curtains, and another patient's rasping coughing. Thank God, they were someone else's problem for now.