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92 “Um. Too bad.” Heather looked at her wristwatch. “Do you want me to get the board, to get ready to load him?” “Well...” Brad looked at Heather. Grady knew the look. “How long ‘til the police get here?” Heather asked. She stripped off her gloves. Brad stripped off his. “Maybe...ten minutes?” The paramedics were on each other in a flash. Grady watched them grope and then reach down and unzip each other’s pants. Heather stepped out of hers and tossed them into the tub, and Brad pulled his prick out of his fly. It was hard. Heather slid out of her panties. Lord her ass was beautiful, Grady thought. Her hips were perfectly rounded, just like Carlotta’s, but she was a little wider between the legs than Carlotta, up at the pudenda, and Heather’s mound was covered with a beautiful golden bush that... Brad glanced down at Grady and said, “Wait a minute.” He pointed and Grady looked down and saw the Pope’s hand rising. “There’s a change in his condition! I’ll take his blood pressure again and you take his pulse!” Brad dropped down and went to work. Heather asked him to move out of the way but he told her not to bother him. “But I can’t get to his arm,” Heather said. “How can I get a pulse if I can’t...” Grady watched as Heather studied the situation and made a professional decision. She squatted down, whipped the Vatican beach towel away, and grabbed his prick. She gripped it in one hand and looked at the watch on her opposite wrist. Grady couldn’t believe it. He never thought he’d be able to get it up again, and now a beautiful woman was holding his hard-on in her hand. It was too bad he couldn’t feel it. When Brad finished taking Grady’s blood pressure he looked at Heather and said, “Pressure’s higher than it was
93 when... Hey. What are you doing?” Heather didn’t look away from her watch. She popped a gum bubble and said, “I’m taking his pulse. You were in the way, and this thing is throbbing.” Brad chuckled. Heather looked at him. She smiled, and then she began to giggle. The giggle turned into a laugh, and she laughed so hard that one of her feet slipped in the mess on the floor. She leaned backward, then she slipped again and leaned forward. Then back again, then forward. Back and forth, slipping, while she held onto Grady’s prick. And Grady could feel the familiar old itch in some part of his brain that hadn’t been replaced by gauze--the itch of an approaching orgasm. “Heather, you are nasty,” Brad said, and he stood up. He was still hard. Heather let go of Grady’s prick and grabbed Brad’s. She began jerking him off. “Noooooo!” Grady thought. Heather, still squatting, turned toward Brad, and as she did Grady could see between her legs to her beautiful golden bush. “Please finish taking my pulse,” he thought. “I only need a couple more strokes.” But Heather had forgotten about him. She dropped one knee to the floor as Brad took a step back, out of Grady’s field of view. “We need to hurry,” Brad said, and Heather removed the gum from her mouth. She stuck it on Grady’s chin and leaned forward so he couldn’t see what was going on up above. He heard a gobbling sound. “Oh, yeah,” Brad said. Heather began rocking back and forth gently. Brad moaned with pleasure. Grady looked down and saw, beyond the wad of gum on his chin, that he was still hard. He wanted to cry. Heather dropped her other knee to the floor, and as she did Grady saw it mash the piece of brain he’d noticed earlier. He wondered again if it was the piece that knew what the hell he’d been thinking when he shot himself. Heather rocked and Brad moaned.
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