Chapter Eleven
Sex Angels
The bloated ball of the brilliant sun dipped into the sea in the west, and drew the cloak of twilight across the sky after it. A deep, luminous pool of lavender stretched high above Blackthorne House, breeding flecks of starlight in its womb.
Doctor Scott, assisted by Doctor Vance, Chalmers, Crom, Shawe and Gregor, herded the bevy of female beauties down the corridor and into the hospital ward. A double row of beds, one on each side of the long room, waited for them. There were no blankets, no covers, just one sheet covering the mattress, tucked neatly under. Nothing was available to cover the nakedness of the person who would lay on it.
Chalmers slapped the long, limber riding crop into his leather-gloved palm. “All right, nurses, you know what you’re here fo
