to the floor with its foot, its claw coming down to cut off her head. The Ride was over. I jumped in front of Dr Carroll diverting the claw from her neck but slicing me belly to upper thigh. The Ride began again. My body was in a perfect position to concentrate every ounce of strength in my body to strike the side of the creature's neck just below the jaw. The angle was perfect to break the bone and force a piece of that bone to sever the croc's spine. The Ride was over I managed to pull Dr Carroll and myself out from under the croc before it dropped like a bag of wet rags.
Dr Carroll let the doctor take over. She had me lay flat; blood covered intestine sticking out of my belly, blood pouring out the slice to the top of my inner thigh. As Dr Carroll worked she talked to me. “Lie still. Don't move. Do you feel any pain?”
“Yes and I'm feeling lightheaded,” I told her.
Dr Carroll gave me something for the pain, pushed the intestine back in, and applied a temporary patch. Dr Carroll worked on the bleeding, sealing one blood vessel after another.
“You should have let it kill me. Then you could have killed it without being hurt yourself.”
“I couldn't let it hurt you Dr Carroll.”
“If it had killed you it would have killed me anyway.”
“How could I possibly let such a pretty head be separated from such a luscious body?”
Dr Carroll gave me a look so full of sexual promise; I knew I was going to live.
“I really do need to put you in the hospital one of these days” Dr Carroll said with a smile.
When Dr Carroll got to the part of the cut just below where the thigh meets the torso, she lifted the piece of skin to look and turned white as a sheet.
“Lie still...don't move...don't even breathe...Okay Breathe, But Slowly, Gently!”
“I am giving you something to paralyze you from the waist down, and this will make you sleep.” Then Dr Carroll put her eyeballs so close to my eyeballs that our eyelashes brushed each other.
“Don’t You Die On Me!”
“Don’t You Dare Die On Me!”
I let my eyes close slowly thinking how beautiful Dr Carroll’s eyes were.
I opened my eyes to see Dr Carroll sitting in a chair next to my bed looking back at me. The room was blindingly white, the bed reasonably soft, and the air antiseptic in an institutional way. Dr Carroll’s clothes were nicer, her hair more carefully curled, her makeup more elaborate, more carefully done, but what really caught my attention was the look on Dr Carroll’s face. It was the look a woman gives you when she knows you are going to have sex with her and you are going to have more fun than you have ever had before.
“About time you woke up.” Dr Carroll felt my forehead, took my pulse, and looked into my eyes. “They tell me you’re going to live.” Dr Carroll bent over and kissed me, sliding her tongue in my mouth, licking the top of my tongue then licking the bottom of my tongue.
“Thank you for saving my life,” Dr Carroll said.
“Thank you for being my favorite bait,” I replied.
“You know I had hoped to put you in the hospital all by myself.”
“What?”
“In a nice way,” Dr Carroll smiled. “I have perfected bringing a man to sexual exhaustion down to a fine art.”
“Well as long as I'm in the hospital anyway,” I said returning her smile.
“You have to be very healthy for me to do it to you. I've never sexually exhausted a man into the morgue and I don't intend to start now,” Dr Carroll said as she continued to look me over carefully.
“Can you hang around until I'm healthy enough Dr Carroll?”
“I wish I could, but I can't. They need a doctor for an expedition on Lindle 77 and they have made some discoveries I really want to see.”
“You're not staying here? I killed the croc, isn't the expedition going to continue?”
“It's going to continue, but without me. I lost too many friends in there. I can't go back in.”
Dr Carroll moved in close and spoke softly into my ear. “I have never had anyone risk their life to save mine before. Thank you for not dying. I owe you big time. Tell you what, every time I am threatened by a gloride monster, you come rescue me. Every time we meet and you have a couple of weeks to spend in the hospital, I will demonstrate how sexual exhaustion works.”
“I’ll be in the hospital for a couple of weeks?”
“I have never sent a man to the hospital that didn't go with a big grin on his face and want me to do it to him again long before he was healthy enough. I'm a doctor; I know what I'm doing.”
Dr Carroll looked carefully into my eyes and then gave me a bright smile, “Bob I've been naughty. I woke you up so I could say goodbye. I have to go now. My star transport will be leaving as soon as I get there. They want you to sleep for another couple of days. What I gave you should be wearing off just about now.”
“Would you let your hair brush against my face as I am falling asleep?” I asked her.
Dr Carroll bent in close to me and turned her head so she could pull her hair across my face as I shut my eyes. Dr Carroll’s hair smelled like springtime, my dreams were wonderful.
THE DREAM
I was seething with anger. I had hurt no one. The four girls were the only other ones on the beach and I knew they enjoyed having me there. It just wasn't fair. When I felt my Uncle's hand on my shoulder, I almost struck it off. I didn't. It wouldn't do any good. A part of me, deep inside, knew my Uncle was right. I shouldn't have been on that beach, but it was so much fun. Now I wouldn't even be able to just look at girls.
My tutor was here, I was dying inside, and it was time to improve my schoolwork. I was prepared to hate the man on the other side of that door.
When I opened the door, I didn't say hello, I just stared at his feet. They were tiny. So were his legs, and the curve of his waist was strange. He had a woman's breasts? I looked at the face.
It was the redhead from the beach. She smiled at my shock and fortunately caught me as I almost fainted. My Uncle looked uncomfortable, but amused. “I have a room prepared for you to use as a classroom, third door to the left at the top of the stairs. Anything you need, just call.”
The redhead's smile was gone. “Are you all right?” I said I was. “Can you make it up the stairs?” I said I could. I followed her up the stairs and into the room. I had never had a woman teacher before, but male or female, the teacher expression is the same. Don't get me wrong, I was looking at her the way a man dying of thirst in the desert, looks at a glass of water.
The teacher's assistant uniform was covering all the delicious curves I had seen the day before at the beach, but I still could see the shiny red hair, pinned up off her shoulders, and that beautiful face, beautiful even wearing that teacher's expression.
“I want you to forget that day at the beach” she told me. “I am here as your teacher, and you will treat me with respect. You will call me Miss Ross.” She started to undo the belt holding up my pants as she looked up at me and smiled. “At least until we get your penis inside me.”
When I left the hospital I went back to Cocuru in an Elan Courier ship. I had an important party to help plan.
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