NOLAN

"Mr Bernard...why are you looking so different?" She loud whispered as she stepped forward slowly, her eyes going wide.

I still haven't found the mouth to speak yet.

"Oh my goodness, Zoey!" She whined and that sound went straight to my cock. I felt a warm liquid on my inner thighs...most certainly precum leaking from my cock.

"Don't tell me you're hallucinating again..." She groaned, putting her hand to her closed eyes for a second, before opening them again.

"No, you're not, Doc...and..."

"No, no, that's not possible..." She interrupted me, walking quickly to the table to drop the carton of milk, and picking up her phone...then she gasped...