Public Indecency

Kieran got into bed, kneeling beside me. ‘You called me names.’ He removed his pants and kicked them onto the floor. ‘Said I wasn’t a man.’ He grabbed my blanket and flung it away. ‘That’s slander.’ He unbuttoned my suit jacket. ‘I should sue you.’ He ripped off the buttons on my shirt. ‘But the legal process is going to take too long.’ He unzipped my pants and pulled them down over my hips. ‘So I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.’ He took both of my breasts into his hands and squeezed. My right hand flew to my chest. ‘This is a hospital!’ ‘I know. I brought you here, remember?’ I was wearing a front hooking bra, which worked out well for him. ‘I have a needle in my arm!’ I thought I was shouting, but my voice came out as a hoarse whisper. ‘I won’t touch your arm.’ He leaned forward, our faces less than an inch apart. ‘And you shouldn’t move.’ ‘No, not here.’ I was a virgin less than a week ago. Now I was being dragged into a real-life episode of ‘Californication?’ ‘No.’