A.J. mentally pinched himself every time he was alone with Jennifer Coates. He could hardly make himself believe that this sexy, bubbly and overly pre...sumptuous young woman was actually not only involved with him intimately but that she seemed to prefer to have sex with him over all the other men she could obviously jump into bed with. Every time A.J. either had Jennifer's mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him off or his cock buried deep in her pussy as he was hotly fucking her, he could. I further lucked out as the nurses’ station was unattended, so carefully made my way to room 319. Peterson Sr. was in the hospital bed and was hooked up to monitors looking very pale. I took a seat next to the bed and was concerned if he could make it. He was in his 70’s and his only family left was an estranged daughter. I must have drifted off to sleep for 15 minutes in the dark room. I awoke when I heard a woman’s voice. She must have been speaking to a passing security officer. I quickly. Then, speaking to me, she said "do you see how its art?" Thinkingagain, she said to Antonio, "do you know Suzanne's never felt that?" No?," he said looking down at me. "Never one time?" He gently took my hand and said "just hold it, you feel it." He said ittenderly, graciously, in his beautiful accent. He didn't mean itprovocatively. "See," Julie said, as my hand wrapped around it. It was warm. It was thickening, hardening. I looked at his face. I looked at Julie's. She leaned over. Hell, forget the basket, I was supposed to pick it up like some relic of the biggest saint you ever heard of, of Jesus himself, and take it straight to the head honcho, the prof who was masterminding this dig. But he was short and fat and bald and ugly and an all-around asshole anyway, and Yvette was— OK, I told you I forgot the name. Anyhow, she was one helluva lot cuter and sexier, and I wanted her to see it first. Showing off, you know. So I stuck it one side and kept it, and when quitting.