<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, WITH BAMBI MARTIN IN BED 11, BEHIND THE CURTAINS</span></strong><br/><br/><em>Urngh,</em>Jackson thought and groaned to himself,<em>what a smoking hot dumb slut. I love me a blonde who ain't heard of the Hippocratic Oath. Fuck you, Hippocrates!</em><br/><br/>The young doctor and former NCAA athlete gave his patient a thorough and rigorous treatment. He felt her muffled screams against his palm as his rod pummeled against her cervix, and bit his lip with a snarl rather than mark her more than necessary. A bite mark on her breast would be hard to explain to the Fat Man, if it came to that. Ever the skillful amateur gynecologist, he skillfully tugged and manipulated her clit as she clenched and creamed around his fat dark fuckstick again and again. Even considering her no  doubt extensive experience, he was sure he'd stand out among whatever "sinister gentlemen" she'd had before.<br/><br/>Finally, he erupted into her, emptying his balls into her belly, and pulled out of her, still covering her mouth. He licked her lips with a wicked chuckle once she'd recovered and caught her breath a little. Cupping her happy, delirious, ditzy face in his palm, he pushed a finger that smelled of her juices against her lips.<strong>"Mmm, just what the doctor ordered, honey. I've gotta scram before they need me anywhere saving lives, Bambi, but if you have any medical emergencies, you know who to call!"</strong><br/><br/>Winking, he gave her a quick, dirty kiss and scribbled the phone number of his apartment on a note from his prescription pad, folded and pushed it in the chest pocket of her hospital gown, giving her breast a cheeky squeeze.<strong>"Get some rest Bambi, you'll need it after that OD and your pounding. Get well soon!"</strong>With a bite on her neck, he distracted her from the momentary pain of the small dose of diazepam he injected her with, both to help her ride out the overdose and to calm her down after what he'd just done to her. Poking his head out of the curtains first to see what was going on, he slipped himself back into his scrubs and emerged.<br/><br/><strong>"Close the curtains, fool, and have fun!"</strong>he chuckled as he walked past bed 10, heading briskly out of the ward before a patient, doctor or nurse stopped him and asked stupid questions about ethics. He walked past the closet in the corridor and heard hushed conversation. Now who could that be? One thing it made him even more certain of was that the nurses of Coolidge Memorial could probably teach even their patients a thing or two. Wasn't that the one and only Nurse Strangelove he'd seen, fussing over the junkie girl? And that Asian chick. And the redhead. Hell, even head nurse Fairchild, was it? Wow.<br/><br/>Taking the elevator downstairs, he looked around at the gomers in bathrobes pacing the halls, and smiled radiantly and toothily at them as he headed to the cafeteria (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99357.msg4400688#msg4400688) for lunch.