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blazer. He covered her from waist to shoulders. |
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'Move out of the way,' a man said. 'I'm a doctor.' |
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He crawled aside. A gray-haired man crouched and swept John's blazer to the floor. 'You'll be fine,' he said in a gentle voice. 'What's your name, dear?' |
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'Cassy, I'm Dr Goodman. I'm sure you'll be just fine.' With a pocket knife, he severed the laces down her front. |
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She raised her head off the floor to see what he was doing. |
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'Nothing to be alarmed about, Cassy. I'm just going to take a look. I won't hurt you.' He spread the bodice. The girl flinched and gasped as he fingered her lower ribs where her skin was red. 'Uh-huh, uh-huh.' |
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John watched her breasts jiggle as she twitched. They were small and firm. The creamy skin just above her nipples was seamed with indentations left by the tight garment. Her nipples were erect. John felt heat spreading through his groin. |
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He was suddenly glad he'd been forced to come here, tonight. |
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Then he felt guilty about it and looked away. |
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The attacker was squirming on the floor a couple of yards away, one man sitting on his chest, others holding down his arms and legs. John realized that quite a few people were yelling, shouting questions and commands. |
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'Call the police! Somebody call the police!' |
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