Night on the WardsChapter 7
The next morning I awoke early, the Caribbean sun just starting to peek over the tops of the palm trees that surrounded the main house where I now lived spending my time looking after the medical needs of my boss, Mr Foster, as well as those others who worked for him on this tiny privately owned and very secure island. Rolling out of the arms that embraced my naked body, I sat up and looked down at Mr Foster's sleeping form; seeing him there like that, it was hard to remember that he was a...