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Dr. Mann had been warned. He had been threatened with his license being removed. He had been threatened with prosecution. He had even been threatened with violence if he did it again.

This only made the doctor was amused. He knew they were toothless, the hospital administration. He knew they were going to do nothing about any of this. It would be too much of a scandal if they admitted to any of it so he figured he'd really do something over the top.

Arthur Wells, ninety-one, was now ready to leave the hospital. He wasn't involved in Dr. Mann's schemes, merely a victim of it and all things considered, a beneficiary of it. He stood up fully, putting the pressure on the heels of his feet as he did, and went to walk to meet the nurse. Arthur was one of several of the people Dr. Mann had experimented on with a new surgery, transplanting the head of one patient onto the body of another. His head now was stitched onto the body of Beth Colson, twenty-four. As for her head and his body, his body was found in an empty examination room on an examining table and her head was yet to be found. He hoped she was okay, but he severely doubted it.

He was soon out of the hospital, feeling the air on his cleavage and on his nyloned legs and while he hadn't asked for this and he wanted no harm for this poor woman, he had to secretly confess to himself that he loved it. He felt so good and sexy, and he wondered what he could do now with a body like this!