Damn! He was going to burn in hell for this!Chapter TwoMichael downed his last beer in three quick gulps, hoping the cool liquid would help sooth the ...fiery ache between his legs. It didn’t. The air in his room had turned icy cold with the loss of power and their only heat source, but still he tore his clothes from his body and quickly threw himself beneath the heavy quilt. He groaned as the soft material brushed against his throbbing hardness, causing a heavenly tingle to course through his. His hair was messy and his skin looked smooth and tanned. How the hell could I find such a young guy so.. desirable. At twenty four years old you would think that I wouldn't get this hot over a boy any more. He looked just like the sort of guy I would of gushed over at fourteen, blushed around and gossiped with my old girlies about. But this boy, he had a mature look to him, and it kinda, turned me on. "Urm.." After a long pause of silence I muttered something about the peanuts. He chucked me. .. that the immigrant tide had to be stopped (even though they employed teams of illegal aliens as cooks and gardeners and chauffeurs) ... that capital punishment was absolutely necessary ... that God was white and had voted for Ronald Reagan...But, even though everything they represented and believed in was diametrically opposite of just about everything I believed in, by and large they were a pretty nice group of people. Which is always the problem with labels — no matter their class, or. She always kept clean knickers in her locker for a quick change of soiled undies after a session of bolstering a patient’s confidence. She enjoyed all the small details in such matters and preferred to conclude the session with a quick expedition up her heated channel with her doing most of the work to make it easy on the patient.The elderly lady on ward B was in the final stages of cancer and there was not much Lucy could do for her except possible give her the morphine a little bit faster.