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than was appropriate in a professional environment. Bond wondered how long a girl like her would last in the organisation, but so far she had also proven herself to be quite capable when it came to medical matters.
    Doctor Warmflash was blonde, petite and curvy. Her stethoscope didn’t merely hang around her neck - it jutted straight out and then dangled like a medal she might have won for an athletic event. Her blue eyes were full of life, confident and bewitching.
    Bond concentrated on all of these attributes as he sat on the examination table with his shirt off while she poked and prodded his left shoulder. He tried his best not to flinch, but it hurt like hell.
    ‘Dislocated collar bones take time, James,’ she said. ‘It’s no better than the last time I looked at it. If any more tendons slip . . ’
    She knew he was resisting showing the pain. To prove a point, she thrust a finger into a particularly sensitive area.
    ‘Ow,’ Bond said, giving in to the discomfort.
    Doctor Warmflash shook her head. ‘I'm afraid you’re going to be out of action for weeks.’
    ‘Molly,’ he said, ‘I need a clean bill of health. You have to clear me for duty.’
    This time she placed her fingers gently on the scarred and bruised bone. ‘James, it wouldn’t really be . .
    Bond laid a hand on her waist. ‘Ethical?’
    She gave him a look.
    ‘Can’t we just skirt the issue?’ he asked with a smile.
    She glanced down at his hand, then returned the smile. Her eyes gave away the temptation. ‘You’d have to promise to call me,’ she said after thinking about it — for a couple of seconds. She jabbed him in the shoulder again, causing him to wince. ‘This time’
    Bond said. ‘Whatever the doctor orders . .
    She moved closer to him. He could smell her perfume. ‘ - And I suppose if you stayed in constant contact -’
    Taking that as an invitation, Bond pulled at the zipper on her skirt. He expertly flicked the clasp and the garment fell to the floor. She was wearing white silk panties, a garter belt and white stockings. The creamy flesh of her exposed thighs was begging to be caressed. He reached up and began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom. She helped him, working down from the top.
    ‘ -If you showed sufficient . . . stamina -’ she said, breathlessly.
    The blouse was off, revealing magnificent breasts in a white, lace Wonderbra that seemed to be a size too small. Now the passion was insurmountable.
    ‘ -And cut out all kinds of-’ she said, but by then he had pulled her toward him. Their mouths met for twenty seconds.
    When their lips parted, he whispered, ‘ - Strenuous activity?’
    She pushed him back on the examination table and climbed on top. She kissed him again . . . and again . . . and again . . .
    ‘I might be -’ she gasped as his right hand stroked her backbone, finding the clasp to the bra and unsnapping it, ‘ -open to that -’
    They kissed again.
    ‘Good,’ Bond said, feeling her hand at his trousers. ‘I’d want you to stay on top of things.'
    An hour later, Bond left the doctor’s office, pausing long enough to remove the sling and casually drape it on a suit of armour that stood silently guarding a corridor.
    ‘The things we do for England,’ he said to it. ‘Carry on.’
    The distant sound of bagpipes caught Bond’s attention. He had a good idea where it was coming from.
    He quietly moved along the ancient corridors and down a flight of stone stairs. He came upon a man in full Scottish regalia, blaring away, rather badly.
    ‘Get on with it’ a familiar voice commanded.
    The man in the kilt dropped the pipe from his mouth and simultaneously fired bullets from one pipe and a jet of flame from another. The target was a realistic dummy twenty feet away, which quickly became a molten, bullet-ridden mess.
    ‘I suppose we all have to pay the piper sometime, right, Q?’ Bond quipped.
    ‘Pipe down, Double-0 Seven,’ Major Boothroyd said, more annoyed than usual.
    ‘Was it