Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz sighed, leaning back. This past weekend had been a dream and a half. Who knew that the mildmanored Janitor was such a sexual firecracker? Here at ther desk though, it was Monday, and that reality was alot harsher than she cared to admit.

Her mind had kept wandering back to spending the weekend in Bob's arms, making love, fucking, teasing, and being utterly sensual with him. She hated to admit it, but she was missing being with him right now. She glanced at the clock. Lord alive, it was only 7pm. Four more hours before home time, and before she'd get to see a fleeting gilmpse of him.

She rifled through her paper work on her desk. Slowly dealing with the things that didn't require much thought. She frowned as she lifted a piece of non descript paper from the pile. It had been flolded in two. She opened it, and took in a harsh breath. She glanced around, making sure noone saw it, before reading it again.

"You'll pay Bitch"

Liz tucked the note into her locked desk drawer, making sure it was secured. Surely the goon squad wasn't that stupid to persue her so blatantly? But never the less, it made her heart race. It wasn't over yet between them.

Liz was startled out of her thoughts by the ringing of her desk phone. She jumped, and picked it up. A voice on the phone began speaking: "Is this Elizabeth Evans? Ma'am this is Detective Seargent Reed with City Police Major Crimes Division. Do you know a Mr. Robert Lake? Ma'am I am sorry to tell you that he was shot this evening in front of your home. A neighbor heard the shot and called us. When officers arrived, he ask for Liz. We presumed, since it was your home he was asking for you. He has been transported to Metro Hospital, and was still alive last we know. Ma'am please stay where you are. We have reason to believe you life may be in danger as well. City Police officers are in route as we speak to transport you to the hospital. Please do not leave with anyone unless officer Jennifer Smith, badge number 231213 is present. When she arrives with her partner Charles Lawson, badge number 323232 you will know that it is safe to go with them. I am terribly sorry to bring you such difficult news. Our prayers are with you today, and please know that we are working hard to determine who is involved in this threat and bring them to justice.

Liz hung up the phone and sat there stunned. A moment later two uniformed officers, Jennifer Smith, and Charles Lawson arrived and shared their identification. Officer Lawson was carrying a shotgun. Both were wearing body armour. Jennifer Smith helped her to stand and carefully fitted Liz with a Kevlar bullet-proof vest. Officer Charles walked ahead of them, and officer Smith wrapped her arm arround the now wobbly Liz. They hurried as best Liz could manage out of the library and to the waiting patrol car. There was a second car waiting as back-up with two officers standing outside with shot guns.

The small caravan hurried Liz to Metro Hospital Emergency, where Jennifer Smith escorted her in and back to where Robert lay wounded. Hearing them enter, his eyes lit up, and he said in a gurgling, barely audible voice "Liz! your ok!" though he was ashen in color, he managed a smile. The young nurse who attended him took her hand and said " Hi my name is Maxine, thank God your here. He has done nothing but ask for you since he arrived. He insisted on going after you. We had to put him in restraints. He is incredibly strong. It took two male aids to restrain him, and he's been shot in the back. He has a colapsed lung and a shattered rib, but he should make a full recovery if we can just get him to relax and rest. Maybe now that your here, he will. He must love you very much." Jennifer helped her out of the kevlar vest and sat outside the door securing the room. Robert looked in her eyes with a smile that said everything, peace washed over him as he took his hand.

Liz was operating in a world not her own it seemed. She was grateful the police had escorted her here to the hospital, and informed the Campus Dean of the circumstances. As a manager she felt bad leaving her post, and not finding someone else to cover for her. But at this moment that seemed like such a minute concern.

Seeing Bob on the bed, tubes and machines attached to him, made her breath catch. He could have died today, because he had been with her. She squeezed his hand tightly, as the nurse left them alone in the secured room. Leaning in conspiratorially, Liz smiled, “You know, she’s a pretty hot looking nurse, you play your cards right you might get special treatment.” Her voice was light as she spoke; though in her mind she was adding someone who doesn’t have baggage attached to them like I seem to.

She’d not told the officers about the letter she’d gotten on her desk, there hadn’t have been a good time to do so. So she’d left it. She’d resolved not to tell Bob about it either. The last thing he needed while recovering was to be worried about her more than he already was.
Smoothing her hand over his, she looked at him, gently stroking his face with her other hand.

She smiled as his eyes closed. Maybe her being here would give him some measure of peace so he could relax after all.

Bob gripped her hand when she offered it and closed his eyes. The tubes make speaking difficult if not impossible. Knowing she was safe and there with him was enough for the moment. he had nearly fallen asleep when the door opened and a man walked in. Bob looked up and what he saw made his blood run cold. It was a police officer in a city uniform. He stepped in and announced he was relieving Jennifer. Bob tried to scream but nothing came out. He pulled hard on Liz's hand. trying to get her to come closer. Where he could be heard.

Liz patted Bob’s hand. “I should go, you need your rest. I’ll be okay I promise.” She smiled at him, though tears pricked at her eyes, seeing him so weakened and struggling. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back tomorrow before work, I promise.”

She trailed her fingers over his skin, as she turned to the officer and smiled slightly. He was a young man, a bit older than her, but younger than Bob, and handsome. He held the door for her, and let her walk out before him. Liz turned into the hall, and saw Maxine coming towards them, making her rounds. Liz smiled at her and briefly said thank you to the young lady, for looking after him so well. She paused for a moment, noticing the officer had stopped to talk to Maxine too, and then trailed behind her as she made her way down to the front entrance.

Having left her car at the school, she pulled out her cell and called for a cab. The officer came to stand beside her, close, but not too close.

“Rough night.” His question was more of a statement. Liz nodded. It had been a bizarre couple of days, but there was no need to tell him that. The cab she called came into view turning into the Hospital’s front drive. The young cop continued, “I could give you a ride if you wished?”

Liz smiled at him, placing her hand lightly on his forearm. “I am okay, thank you, the cab is here, I think I just want to go home and rest.”

She looked up at him, welcoming his sincerity before opening the door to the cab that had stopped before her. She got in and closed the door, giving a slight wave to the officer, she gave the driver her Aunt’s address. She was not going home tonight, thank you very much.

Bob started shaking his bed, banging it against the wall. Maxine came in "awwe Bob please stop." she said " Cop is shooter!" he tried to choke out. Maxine repeated "your shoulder hurts?""I'm sorry! I'll just adjust your meds for you. You'll be fine." She pushed a couple buttons on his IV controller. he began getting sleepy and soon passsed out. As roxy arrived at her aunts he cellphone rang. Recognizing Bob's number she answered. "Liz, " the strange voice said "you lied to the police, your not at home at all are you? Too bad about your boyfriend. You want to see him again alive you better be home in 1/2 an hour. Don't keep me waiting. " Click

Liz clicked off her phone and smiled at the taxi. “I’m sorry, can you take me to this address please. It seems my Aunt had other plans.” She rolled her eyes as if to say Family.

She sat back in the seat. Her heart was pounding. As the taxi approached her home, she felt the bile rising in her stomach. The lights were off, and the place looked ominous, lit only sparsely by the street light. She’d never had such anxiety about coming home before. Sighing she paid the cab, leaving him a well earned tip for being so understanding.

She got out of the car with her keys in hand. She walked up to the front door an unlocked it. She jumped as she heard a noise behind her. Her hand flew to her throat as if to hold her heart in as she saw a shadow moving up the walk towards her. Reaching into the house, she flicked on the exterior light, washing herself and the shadow in luminescence. She breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, albeit shakily at the approaching man.

“You scared me, Officer,” she paused and laughed slightly. “Wow, it has been quite a night, I don’t remember catching your name at the hospital. Would you like some coffee?” She smiled warmly at him.

If he was here, her mystery caller wouldn’t make another appearance, not with an officer of the law in her living room. Thankful for some company, she stood waiting, for the young man’s reply.

As she sat drinking coffee with the officer, he seemed to be just making conversation. He made no mention of why he happened to be there. Then he said something that made her blood run cold. "You know maam, I have a brother. "(She looked at his name plate, It said John Cusak. The name seemed oddly familiar to her.) "He worked for Campus PD until last week. Now thanks to you, he's in prison waiting trial. I'm here to see he gets off. You get my drift. He says your a tough bitch. Well I wonder how tough your going to be with my Nightstick up your ass?! Hmmmm. How do think it will feel? Then again maybe you like that sort of thing? Hmmm? Well how about I arrange for your Boyfriend over at the hospital never to wake up huh? How would that be? I'll be going now but you just remember what I said. Your gonna find a way to release my brother by 10 am tomorrow morning. Have a good sleep now wont you?" The cop left the house and drove off.

Liz sat there stunned. Even more when John ran his hand over her face in an intimate gesture that should only be reserved for lovers. Now that he had said his name, he did resemble his brother, though John himself was more handsomely put together. She watched him leave, then got up and locked the door behind him.

She trudged up to her room, the sheets still tousled on the bed, from this morning’s wake up sex. She flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She could handle wanna-be cop harassment, but somehow, John was a lot more intimidating that the two campus goons put together.
She lay starring at the ceiling for what seemed ever. Just before midnight her cell phone rang.

She moved only then reaching for the phone. Pulling it to her, the caller display said unknown. She picked it up, her heart in her throat at what she’d find on the other end. “Hello?” She asked softly, as though she were some child, talking to the closet monster.

She closed her eyes as she listened to the voice on the other end. Tears hot and fat, leaking from her eyes.

“Ahhh your still awake. That’s fortunate. You see I’ve decided to withdraw my offer. It was far too generous, and frankly with both you and your boyfriend out of the way, my brother will get off anyway. They won’t have a case against him anyway ( chuckles). Its perfect for me! I get to have a little fun, and then well it seems you were so distraught over your boy friend that you decided to end it all. Oh and by the way, don’t count on your hero to show up this time. By now he’s in LaLa land. He’s never going to wake-up. That’s been seen to, and when he gets his 7am meds, he’s done for good. Just an unfortunate mistake. They will investigate but that’s all they will ever find out. He’s just a memory. By the way, you might want to look in your doorway. “Click”
At that moment, she heard the sound of her bedroom door opening, and saw the silhouette of a man in the glow of the night light, she could see the night-stick in his hand.

~~~~

Robert woke up to a dark room. After a few groggy minutes, his head cleared, and panic set in. Liz was in terrible trouble and he knew it, and here he was, strapped to the bed. He thought about shaking the bed, but thought better of it, remembering what had happened last time. He decided instead to try and escape. He worked at the straps and they stretched, but not enough to set him free.

Liz froze as he hung up, and then began trembling in rage as her bedroom door clicked open. Silhouetted in the door way, shrouded in shadows, John looked menacing. She sat up on the bed and looked at him, contemplating for a moment.

She stood, her body moving more out of its own volition than from a conscious thought. Before she knew it she was standing in front of him, and batted his stick out of his hands. The movement such a surprise for them both, John dropped it unexpectedly and Liz was fuelled by it.

“How dare you!” She poked her finger into his chest. “How dare you come into my home and intimidate me, and injure someone I love! You are an officer of the law, and you’ve just broken so many of them I can’t even begin to list them.”

She fumed, turning away from him; she retrieved her phone and began to dial 911. She looked back up at him as she hit send. Liz’s eyes were snapping.

“You have something going for you, a decent career, looks, why, why would you let an obsession drive you to this.” Her voice was nearly soft as the operator picked up.

“911 what is your emergency?” The voice on the other end of the phone was distant, and as Liz opened her mouth to speak, the phone was torn from her grasp.

"You little bitch!" he shouted, grabbing the phone from her and closing it to hang it up. He tossed it on the floor and picked up the baton. " I'm going to beat the crap out of you! but first your going to beg to suck my cock you arrogant bitch! Beg! you hear me? he was about to swing the baton when he saw the light from the phone on the floor. He picked it up and read the message: 911 LOCK ENGAGED. "Oh shit!" he shouted, and dropping the phone ran from the scene. As a cop he knew too well what that meant. The call hadn't hung up, and every word was being recorded. whats more the phone was sending a GPS beacon signal telling its exact location. His fellow offcers would now be in hot persuit. His only choice was to flee. Liz heard the voice of the 911 operator trying to reach her. "Ma'am" are you alright? police are in route, stay calm. Ma'am are you alright?"

Liz laughed, “police in route” that was a joke and a half.

If he’d been smart, and she was assuming he was relatively bright, he’d have parked his car a couple of blocks away, and would call himself in as first responder. There was no way she’d be able to prove it was him, especially with his brethren huddled about him. Liz sighed as she picked up the phone, her heart was pounding.

“Hello? I’m here, my attacker just left. No, no I can’t describe him, no ma’am his face was obscured.”

Liz heard the commotion of the police arrival just a few minutes later, she heard them burst through her door, likely sweeping the place, and then came the tromp of heavy feet on her stairs. She put her hands up, in the open, as 4 officers flooded into her room. Her blood boiled as she saw John. She had been right, not stupid.

They asked her a bunch of questions, about her attacker, what he had wanted, if she knew anyone who would hurt her. She answered them mundanely. No, she didn’t see his face sir, no she didn’t know who would want to hurt her or Bob, aside from the campus cops who were in custody, there was no one she could think of.

She stared at John who lingered just on the fringes of the conversation, a slight smirk on his face.

“If that’s all officers, I’d like to get back to my evening.” She was tired. All of this emotional crap was taking a toll on her.

The older of the party, looked at her. “Ma’am we should post an officer here for you over night, for your protection.” The Senior officer’s eyes appraised the three others under his command. Oh God, Liz prayed please don’t pick John, please don’t pick John.

PickleChiffon said:

Liz laughed, “police in route” that was a joke and a half.

If he’d been smart, and she was assuming he was relatively bright, he’d have parked his car a couple of blocks away, and would call himself in as first responder. There was no way she’d be able to prove it was him, especially with his brethren huddled about him. Liz sighed as she picked up the phone, her heart was pounding.

“Hello? I’m here, my attacker just left. No, no I can’t describe him, no ma’am his face was obscured.”

Liz heard the commotion of the police arrival just a few minutes later, she heard them burst through her door, likely sweeping the place, and then came the tromp of heavy feet on her stairs. She put her hands up, in the open, as 4 officers flooded into her room. Her blood boiled as she saw John. She had been right, not stupid.

They asked her a bunch of questions, about her attacker, what he had wanted, if she knew anyone who would hurt her. She answered them mundanely. No, she didn’t see his face sir, no she didn’t know who would want to hurt her or Bob, aside from the campus cops who were in custody, there was no one she could think of.

She stared at John who lingered just on the fringes of the conversation, a slight smirk on his face.

“If that’s all officers, I’d like to get back to my evening.” She was tired. All of this emotional crap was taking a toll on her.

The older of the party, looked at her. “Ma’am we should post an officer here for you over night, for your protection.” The Senior officer’s eyes appraised the three others under his command. Oh God, Liz prayed please don’t pick John, please don’t pick John.

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John couldnt miss this oportunity. He volunteered. "are you sure? the captain asked. "no problem sir," he said cheerfully giving Liz a covert smile. He couldnt figure why she didn't identify him, she had clearly seen his face. This almost looked to easy. He was nervous. This woman had sent two cops up the river already, one his brother, he didnt want to be the third. "Then its decided, Officer Cusak will stand guard outside the house this evening. Please lock your doors" the captain said. John went outside and took up his position on the porch.
the other officer's left. 5 minutes later Liz's cell phone rang.
when she answeed, she recognized his voice. I dont know what you have in mind Bitch, but let me tell you, its not going to help. Your going to come down here and unlock the front door and invite me in. voluntarily, and out of a sense of duty I'm going to accept. there's only 3 hours left til your boyfriends 7 am meds, and then its lights out without a call from me. Your going to service me like the whore you are and like it, you'll even say you like it. understand? actually it only matter to your boyfriend it you do. I could care less! click.

Liz cringed as he hung up the phone. What the hell had gotten into her? Or more prudently what the hell had she gotten herself into? She padded down the stairs from her bed room.

She had changed into her night shirt and then had made a call to the nurse at the hospital, Maxine to check on Bob. He’d had an incident she said, earlier in the evening so they had to medicate him again. Liz asked her to not medicate him in the morning, as she tried to pre-empt John’s plan.

She had just hung up when he called, demanding she come let him in. She unlocked the door, expecting him to be right there, but he was leaning against the large tree in her yard, looking up and down the street. Liz looked about, seeing several lights still on, she decided to make a show of it.

“Officer Cusak, would you care to come in for some coffee?” Her voice was sweet, and to anyone else it would have sounded like a completely sane offer.

Her heart was pounding as he walked towards her. She bowed her head and let him into her home, voluntarily, and locked the door behind them. She looked at him in the light of her hall. She spoke softly.

“You don’t have to do this, you still have a chance to not ruin your life, that’s why I didn’t identify you. You can make this right John, there is still time.” She looked up at him, hoping her pleading would help, if nothing at least take the edge off his blatant hatred.

She knew in the soft light she looked vulnerable, and young, she had picked this night shirt as she hopped it would make him see her as a girl, not as an object. She tried to steady her nerve, certain he could see her heart pounding beneath her breast as she with stood his scrutiny.

His expression softened for a second, but then turned to leacherous grin as he lifted the hem of her night shirt with the end of his night stick. "pretty nice" he said as he looked at the thin lace panty that barely covered her pussy. "Take those off won't you? I'd like a souvenier."

He wathed her waiting to see if she was going to comly or if this was really just ruse. He looked at his watch. "5am.. just two hours left he said."

~~~

Maxine was conflicted. The call from Liz had seemed frantic.. She had agreed to the bribe from Cusak for the anesthetic... it was harmless, just made him sleep, and she needed the money. Why was she so worried about the morning meds? She took the vial from the cart and looked at it. The label had been changed. It made her nervous. She read the chart. Nothing unusual in the orders. Just some IV pain meds, nothing harmful. Still that label was odd. She decided not to take a chance. She slipped the vial intoher pocket and went down to the pharmacy with Roberts chart. She told the phrmacist she was missing his meds and he issued new ones. She felt better now.

Liz’s breath caught. There was something in his voice, had this been in a different context, she might have even melted into him with just the deep sound of it. He was very attractive, unfortunately he knew it too, given the cockiness of his attitude.

Not taking her eyes from him, she hooked her thumbs into her lace panties and shimmied them off her hips. She let them fall in a rumpled heap at her ankles, before she stepped out of them. She lifted them off the ground with her toe, she held them out to him.

“Here, they’re yours.”

She stood before him in just her night shirt, her eyes not leaving him. She would not be caught unaware by him. She blushed softly, knowing that with out her panties, the hem of her shirt was just high enough to let him see the slightest glimpse of her as she stood there. Any movement at all would give me the world class tour.

She wondered if she’d been mistaken to offer him a chance to make things right, she sighed. Under any other circumstances, any other life time, this entire scenario would be the making for a night of hot sex.

John took the panties, put them to his face breathing deeply and then stuffed them in his pocket. He unbucket his gun belt and layed it on the couch, steped closer to her and said "unbutton my pants and take my cock out! You know you want it bitch! seeing her nipples tenting her shirt he reached out and twisted them through the thin material.

Suddenly John's radio crackled to life. Officer Smith will releave you in 5 minutes. john cursed and then answered the call. 10-4 5 minutes. Thank you control. He put back on his belt and started to head for the lawn. Don't think your off the hook yet. One miss-step and boyfriend sleeps for ever. John left without confirming what would happen to Bob.

Jennifer Smith took over an 6 am.

John went right from the her house to the hospital, He arrived just in time to see Maxine administering Bob's morning meds. He walked in the room, but was surprised not to see Bob writhing in pain. He walked in, and taking Maxine by the wrists, he said "your under arrest" and cuffed her behind her back, He walked her out and put her in the custody of the officer outside the door and returned back to Bob. He held up Liz's panties for him to see, then put them in his face. Smell her buddy? She was wet for me! She's boffing me instead of you! He stuffed the panties back in his pocket, left the room and walked the frightened Maxine out of the building to his car.

Liz watched from the window of her living room as the exchange happened between officers. How could he act so normal? She was conflicted. John seemed like he was battling with in himself, she sighed and hoped his good side would win out, there was no need for him to ruin his life. She looked at her phone with trepidation. She was positive he'd call her again, and she wasn't sure where that conversation would go on his end.

She watched the early news before having a shower and getting dressed. She brewed some coffee and took a cup out to Officer Smith. She smiled at the woman. "John said it was pretty quiet here last night huh?" Liz asked probing for information. She nodded as she got the confirmation that he'd told Jenn nothing was amiss.

"I think I am going to head to the hospital though, I want to check on Bob, before I have to go in to work." She smiled at the officer who offered her a ride to the hospital, since her car was still at the school. Liz accepted and the ride was pleasant, filled with girl talk. She saw out of the corner of her eye John, leading Maxine out of the hospital. She touched Jenn's arm and pointed.

"Isn't that odd? That's the night nurse that was looking after Bob, and isn't that John? I would have thought he'd be off shift now."

She watched as Maxine was forced into the patrol car. Liz cast a glance at Officer Smith, who seemed to be looking rather concerned.

"He should be off duty," the officer muttered, as Liz got out. Liz thanked her for the ride and headed up to Bob's room.

Reaching it she opened the door to find him in the bed, distraught, a look of utter heart break on his face.

Bob looked at her and a tear ran down his face. He tried to reach her hand. he mouthed the word Why? he couldn't make a sound come out. Why? he finally choked out. I saw your panties! he coughed. He pulled hard at the straps in utter anger. Finally breaking a strap he quickly undid the other and sat up. he pulled the tube from his throat. Get me out of here! Liz Please. I'm leaving now one way or the other.

He's going to kill us both but first he's going to rape you, unless he already has. His voice was choking and rasping. Please take me with you. I beg you! I'll run on my own if you don't.
Monitors blaring everywhere

Suddenly Bob blacked out and fell back on the cart.

Liz called for the nurse. Two of them rushed in reattaching his IV and his breathing tubes. She could do nothing but stand by and watch. She had no idea what John had done, but it was obviously upsetting to Bob. She sat down hard in the chair, as Bob’s body relaxed into a deep state of sleep. She moved closed to him, gently running her fingers through his hair. She sat like that for ages, until there was a slight response under her finger tips.

“Shhhhh,” she said softly. “You need to be calm. He hasn’t raped me, I don’t think he has the balls to be honest. But he did intimidate that he might, and asked for my underwear, which I gave him. But Bob, he didn’t do anything to me, and I most certainly didn’t do anything with him.”

She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You won’t be good to anyone if you don’t let yourself heal. You have to get better, and the best place for you to do that love, is here.”

She hoped he saw her sincerity. He would not be able to help anyone, little lone challenge a younger fitter man, if he didn’t heal first.

“Please, for me, you need to get better. I can handle him on my own for a bit, I promise. Once you’re better you can have a go at him, but not till then.”

Liz' cell phone rang. She recognized the number. It was her House! where are you the voice said (it was John) get your ass back here now! If you aren't here in 15 minutes there's someone who will regret it very very much! (muffled female cry in background) Click.

Bob looked up and gave her a weak smile and then slipped back into sleep.

~~~~

Back at the house John was making preparations for her return (( let me describe what you see when you come in))

Liz kissed her lover good bye. She paused long enough to ensure he was out, before slipping from the hospital room. As she made her way out, she called back to her house, praying for him to pick up, it went to voice mail, and for the first time in a very long time she was glad she had one of those old school voice machines that played the incoming mail aloud. So if he was there in the house ignoring her, he’d still be able to hear her.

“I’m on my way home. Please, don’t hurt anyone, it’s me you are upset with and want to damage, please...don’t hurt anyone else John, please.” She knew she sounded pathetic begging him, but his issue was with her no one else.

The cab ride was the slowest, she could imagine. As he pulled into her street, she was shocked to see her car in her driveway. He must have retrieved it for her, as his cruiser was nowhere to be seen.

She unlocked the door to the house, replacing it as she took off her shoes. She made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, where a soft thump of music was coming from. She opened the door, her heart in her throat about what she would find there. Taking a deep breath she walked into her room, and gasped at the sight.

In the middle of the room, Maxine , the nurse from the hospital was bent over the back of her desk chair. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her. Maxine’s wrists and ankles were zip tied tight to the four legs of he sturdy chair and a sock had been stuffed in her mouth and taped over. Her eyes were wild with fear. John was sitting on her bed dressed in jeans and a tee shirt . Liz could see her panties partially hanging from the pocket. He had a leather cat of nine tails in his hand.

“well its about time” John said with a smirk. “Maxine was just about to pay for your absence.” “ Don’t think she’s innocent though. I paid her to drug you boyfriend which she did, but she screwed up so now she’s in this right with you. You two owe me and you two are gonna pay.”

He tossed Liz’s night shirt to her. You looked fine in this last night. Get into it again. And Oh don’t bother with the panties, they’ll just be in the way anyway.

~~~~~~

At the hospital, Bob woke up again strapped to the bed with tubes in place. He was devastated. He felt betrayed. Why had she left him here to be tied down and helpless? He tugged at the straps, they were more secure than ever, and his back hurt terribly. He was alone in the room . Only the sound of the beeping heart monitor to keep him company. He looked around desperately for a way of escape. Then he saw it. The fire alarm. It had a cord hanging from it. PullIn Case of Fire it said. Reaching over with his foot he hooked the handle between his toes…. And pulled. Alarms sounded and a sprinkler went off dowsing him in ice cold water. He rocked his bed until it tipped over. In seconds he was surrounded by nurses. Unable to lift the heavy bed, they were forced to un-strap him. Taking no chances, he ran. The hoses pulled from his body as the monitor crashed to the floor. He ran out the door and down the hall (since John was supposed to be guarding him, there was no policeman at his door) four doors down he saw a linen closet . He opened the door and dove in. He started looking around and found a large set of surgical greens and got in them. He pulled the IV from his arm, and put on a surgical bonnet and hung a mask around his neck. He left the linen closet and calmly walked out of the hospital. Bob was four miles from home and exhausted, but he felt exhilarated. He was in trouble but he was free. He started the long walk home.

Liz snatched the shirt from John. She was fuming.

It was one thing to intimidate her, it was another to victimize someone else.

She stripped before him. Taking her jeans off one fluid motion, she left her panties on. She then grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and lifted it off her body, revealing the black and purple bra she’d chosen to wear. She shrugged into the shirt before slipping out of her panties, and unhooking her bra. She shivered, noticing his arousal from watching her. She thought to use it to her advantage.

She slowly walked up to him, as he sat on her bed, nudging her knee between his, her legs straddling his thigh. She looked down at him.

“You don’t need her, I know you want me. Let me let her go, she won’t say anything about this, and you know I won’t. You’ll still have your career, and you’ll have me. Isn’t that what you want John? Me?” Her voice was soft and seductive, promising the world if he gave her just this one thing. She held his eyes as she lightly stroked his cheek, hoping he’d give in to her.

Maxine was not the object of his desire or lust, it was only her, there was no need for him to ruin someone else.

“Please,” she said softly, “Give the okay for me to let her go, and then I will be yours.”

She moved backing away from him, and moving towards Maxine. She found her scissors she kept at the desk for wrapping, and bent seductively to cut Maxine free, she ran her hand over the nurses leg trying to reassure her. “It’s going to be fine" she said softly. As the restraints came loose she heard John laugh.