As the transplant surgeon looks over the chart of the following day’s patient, Bella taps lightly on the door of his home office. He had comforted the young Bella only one week earlier, and things had gone too far, way too far. Brock is married, with a wife he adores and two teenaged boys. His life is very satisfying, yet he cannot resist the young exotic woman named Bella, whose beauty is beyond that of a goddess. Brock has much to lose having sex with another woman while his wife sleeps in the same house, yet his resistance of the beautiful Bella may not be that strong.

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Brock closed the patient’s chart and laid his forehead down upon it, his head turning from side to side. He was the one who was stupid. He was the one who should be studied, not the patient’s chart. He never meant for things to go as far as they had. But it had all happened so quickly, and so easily. At the time, Brock didn’t even realize what was happening. He was tired all the time now. His mind wasn’t thinking. How could anyone blame him for what he had done? It could have happened to any man. Her name was Belladonna, Bella for short. That was the perfect name for her, too. It meant “Beautiful Woman”, and Bella was definitely beautiful and definitely a woman. She had been away from home for several months and she was lonely. It was only a week ago, the night of her twenty-first birthday. She and Brock had been the only two people in the house. The girl had probably thought that she was alone at the time. Brock’s wife had gone out with a girlfriend, and his two boys had some school event, basketball game, or something. Brock had heard soft sobs coming from Bella’s room at the end of the hall and when he went into her room. Her long, black hair was in loose curls and her big, dark eyes were puffy and red from crying. Brock had sat down to comfort her, and it had just gone from there. First he was holding her, then he was kissing her, and then, he was touching her.

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