“Yeah? How dirty does the doctor get to be?”
Her eyes light up, but I know it’s the medicine. “You get to be very, very, dirty.” She squeezes my cock, and I know I’m going to have blue balls all night. “And I have to do whatever you say.”
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s start now.”
She claps. “Yay.”
“The first thing you have to dois go to sleep.”
She pouts. “That’s not dirty.”
“I’m the doctor, and I’m in charge. My patients who do what I ask get very dirty examinations when they least expect it.”
“Hmm. I feel like you’re tricking me.” She squints at me.
“Oh, but I’m not. Filthy, full-body, examinations are only for my patients who go to sleep.”
“And you sure you aren’t tricking me?” She yawns.
“I’m not tricking you.” I will definitely cash in on this when she’s not all drugged up and in pain.
She smiles at me. “Okay. I’ll go to sleep, then. But I want you filthy.”
“I’ll be really filthy with you.”
She closes her eyes and says, “‘Don’t forget, I love you, Charlotte,’ you told me. Then I said, ‘I won’t. Don’t forget, you love me.’ But then you forgot me.”
I don’t know if this is the drugs talking or something that happened, so I ask her, “What are you talking about?”
But she’s already asleep, so I wrack my brain all night wondering if it really happened or not.
“Xander,I can’t move. Can you move?” Charlotte says in a panicky voice.
I wake up and realize she is talking in her sleep.
“Xander, talk to me. I can’t move. Please. I’m scared.”
Putting my hand on her cheek, I stroke it. “Charlotte, wake up.”
“Xander,” she cries out louder, and tears fall down her cheeks.
“Sweetheart, wake up.” I wipe her cheek with my thumb.
“Xander, please, say something,” she sobs.
“Charlotte, wake up.” I raise my voice and rub her shoulder.
“Xander,” she sobs louder.
I pull her into me. “Charlotte, come on. You’re dreaming.”
She slowly opens her eyes and relief fills them. “Xander,” she sobs and wraps her arms around me.
“Shh. It’s okay. Everything is okay.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her tighter, trying not to hurt her bruises.
“I can’t get it out of my head,” she cries.
“What’s that?” I whisper.
