"You didn't notice the name of the patient. The police shot him tonight, and they're bringing him in Art Decker," Chad said, looking into Lisa's widening eyes.

Lisa's mouth dropped open. A cold chill of terror and revulsion crept up her spine as she remembered what the papers said about this sex murderer. He'd been terrorizing the city, breaking into homes at night and sexually molesting women. Age didn't matter to this man. Old and young, the women were often raped in front of their husbands, then murdered brutally by the laughing man.

"He's coming into surgery tonight, then onto your floor for observation. There will be police protection, of course. But you'd still better be careful. He's got two brothers the police say were in on this whole mess with him. They know he's here. God only knows what they'll do to get him out," Chad said, shaking his head as he handed the paper back to Lisa.

The blonde took it and studied the information, wondering what she'd done to deserve this.

"You said you had two things to talk over with me tonight. What's the other?" Lisa asked as she folded the paper and slipped it into her pocket. Chad was still sitting behind his desk, rummaging through the paper mess on his desk.

"Yes," Chad said, looking up and staring hotly into Lisa's eyes. The blonde felt her titties swell and her cuntal muscles squeeze shut under that strong stare. She recognized it as good old lust, the kind of look he'd given her just before he reached up and started unbuttoning her uniform.

"Look, Chad. All that's over. I haven't changed my mind," Lisa said, sighing deeply as she started to turn around to go.

"Hey, wait a second," Chad said, rising from his chair and moving quickly up to the woman. Lisa sucked in a ragged breath as she felt Chad's strong fingers wrap around her slender arms. She felt his hot, wet breath against the back of her neck. Lisa's cuntlips fluttered teasingly as Chad began to speak.