" I paused, but Kane said nothing. "What confused me was he ran toward the explosion, not away from it. I thought he wanted to be a fuckin' hero, or s...omethin', and I wanted to get out of there. Turns out he wasn't playin' Rambo, he was just scared half outta his mind and ran without realizin' he was running toward danger, not away from it. About then, another explosion echoed off those tall buildings, and I wanted outta there even more, so I took out after him. Goddamned near got run over by a. ‘Basically, it looks like she put out some kind of a hit. That’s all I know.’ ‘Well, well, a real go-getter,’ Wilson said. ‘Dan, change places with me, would you? I want to look at those fragments. Would you go ahead and expose the clavicle? Let’s see what kind of mess we have there…’ +++++ Secord was on a gurney in Trauma Room 14, EKG and pulse oximeter readings just coming online, an intern looking at the screens. ‘He’s having a heart attack,’ the intern called out to a passing nurse. ‘Get Dr. Greg expertly slid his mouth up and down me for a short time, almost bringing me to orgasm which he must have sensed because he lifted his mouth from me, sliding his body up mine until our faces met, giving me a short kiss before asking me if I wanted to take this to a bed for more room. I gave a quick and eager response as Greg grabbed my hand and pulled me from the table, leading me to a bedroom.As we entered the room, Greg turned and sat, telling me everything we needed should be on the side. ) We go down to the beach. I take off my tank top and then my shorts. you look at me like “wow” really liking what you are seeing. Then we lay out for a while. After a drink to lose some inhibitions we swim in the warm 87 degree tropical water. My top is wet now. It is as if it is not there at all as it is completely see-thru. It is as if I were in a wet t-shirt contest with the thinnest and sheerest of t-shirts. We walk back along the beach and I receive quite a few glowing stares from.