28Roxy opened his eyes and grimaced at the useless nurse. She'd been jerking him off for what seemed like forever and if it wasn't so painful he would have started laughing. She'd offered her mouth – apparently that was where her talents were – but, as tempting as cutting out the sound of her shrill voice was, he needed her to talk. Up, down, up, down, chafe, chafe, chafe. All the time talking about her weird boss, Dr Curtis, who hates the hospital staff and does nothing for Roxy's arousal. He was a Christian, she told him in a way that seemed to have a hundred connotations. London was probably one of the most godless places on Earth. It couldn't balance multiculturalism peacefully so it compromised and scrapped everything. It could be a cross, a star, a moon – it was all voodoo nonsense a
