Maybe it was it his cannabis-enhanced appreciation of the sublime that helped drive him nearly out of his mind. Karl kept confronting the bare torso before him in terms of great art, classical statuary perhaps, Venus on the half-man. No other metaphor seemed suited to such perfection. But then it made the leap to live performance art. And if there had been any lingering suspicions of deliberate malingering on his part they would have been swiftly obliterated. No person could endure such stimulation, or withstand such temptation.
So far Nurse Drake had been keeping her breasts to herself. Of course she flaunted them every morning and left them open to ogling on special occasions like today. She pressed them against him during sleep, snuggling, exercising and positioning, and often brushed
