She's looking at me with pity, and there's that look, that I-don't-understand look again. "Sam, why won't you tell me what's going on?"Even sad she's ...beautiful. But I can't tell her that, so I sigh and run a hand through my hair, looking away from her."Nothing. I'm fine." And usually I'm good at lying.But I can't lie to her well, especially when it's so obvious I'm not fine."Why won't you tell me? You just got the shit kicked out of you Sam, and I have no idea why you'd do that." She's gripping. I hesitated, hoping his injuries would hurt enough that he would give up.Apparently I didn't know how stubborn he was.Jacob made it to his feet. "Damn it, where's that cane?" I didn't see any cane when I came in." Then I'll just have to use the walls." No. Lean on me."Jacob nodded.I held him up as he limped to the outer ward.Major Stone saw us just as we reached the ward door. "Jacob! No!!"Jacob grimaced as he held his hand up in a commanding manner. "I have to do this." Then he opened the door. She blushed. Such a simple act and yet she felt like a giggling virgin again when he did it.She heard him sip it and then sigh. At first she was worried it was not right but then he stoked her face again and whispered, "Perfect." And with that word, she felt . . . exalted. It was hard to explain, she felt worthy and useful and pleasing. She blushed and thanked him in a soft, tiny voice.As he sipped his coffee she leaned against his legs. The leather pants tight over his flesh, his hard cock an. "Come kiss me good luck."This was our ritual. I knelt down and ran my tongue up her thigh. As my tongue approached her pussy Debbie pulled her panties to the side exposing her pretty little cunt. As my tongue licked across her clit, I could tell that she was already wet. I knew it wasn't the thought of me that was getting her wet. That turned me on even more. After a few minutes, she pulled my head away. Looking down into my eyes she said, "The next thing that enters my pussy will be another.