Chapter 1

Scene 1: Emergency room, Mercy Hospital, Sunday night

"Oh Chriiiiiiiiiisst!" I screamed, or I thought I did.

"Constable? Constable Esposito?" I heard from somewhere behind the lights that seemed to be all around me. Then I saw a huge black woman menacingly appear through the glare.

"Don't shoot bitch," I tried to scream as her hands moved towards me.

"We gave him a shot... on the way over," I heard from somewhere in the background.

"Get his clothes off," another voice ordered.

I went away for a few seconds, then came back to find my uniform off... could feel the cool air on my chest. Saw the blood soaked bandage just next to my heart. Oh fuck, I moaned inwardly, slowly remembering.

"Cut off his shorts, hurry nurse," I heard ordered in an authoritative, female voice that just had to belong to a doctor. Then I was suddenly aware of the pain coming from my groin. Watched as my boxer shorts were pulled from me. Saw the huge stain of red blood on them.

"Not my cock, please god, not my cock," I begged, then tried to lift my head to see what damage I'd incurred.

"It's still there Constable," the doctors voice said as somebody's hand tried to hold my head down.

"Don't know how anyone could have missed it though," another voice said, the black nurse I thought, a Jamaican. And even as I felt the four women hard at work on me around the table I couldn't miss the giggles that had escaped from every mouth at the Jamaicans words.

"You just may live Constable," the doctor's voice said soothingly. "They missed your heart and just nicked your... your male attachment," she finished, unable to keep the grin out of her voice.

"Your two most important organs," the Jamaican added laughing.

"Certainly your biggest," another voice interjected.

I suddenly realized I was surrounded by women. Fucking comedians. "I'm dying and I'm in the middle of fucking Comedy Central?" I protested weakly.

Then understanding what the doctor had said, muttered, "Just nicked my prick? Where?" I demanded, struggling again to lift myself so I could see.

I could feel fingers at my groin, then felt my penis and balls lifted to the side. "One bullet entered your chest and fortunately was deflected by a rib and away from your heart and out your side, a little blood, nothing too serious, a few stitches," the doctor explained. "The other bullet seems to have just nicked the tip of your penis and then entered your thigh. It's still in there."

"In my cock?" I asked, my drug addled brain only getting every second word.

"No, the bullets lodged in your upper thigh. Fortunately it missed the main artery. We're going to send you to surgery as soon as we get the X-rays. Should be a piece of cake constable."

"Where's the surgeon?"

"I'm Doctor O'Malley... I'm the surgeon," she explained.

"Oh shit," I groaned. "A broad shot me and now one wants to cut off my dick."

"Women troubles Constable?" somebody asked.

"The story of my life," I mumbled. Then I started to get a hard-on. No shit! I got a bullet in me, blood everywhere, I'm doped up and I got a friggin hard-on growing.

All five of them started to laugh, the doc, the Jamaican nurse, a small Asian nurse, a female orderly and the EMT tech, also a woman, who'd brought me in and was leaning against the wall observing.

"Looks like it still works Constable Esposito," the big black woman said between guffaws. "Still don't know how anyone coulda missed hitting it though."

"Everything's so big in America," the little Filipino nurse agreed.

"Okay people, let's get our favorite policeman into the surgery," I heard Dr. O'Malley order.

"You know what you're doing Doc?" I asked as someone started to wheel my bed down the corridor. "I mean, you've had lots of experience with penises?"

"I'm not so sure about that," I heard in a chuckling Jamaican voice, "in fact I'm not sure our doctor has ever seen one quite like yours."

"Jesus," I mumbled, my last words before I went under.

Scene 2: Hospital room, Monday 10 a.m.

I had just awoken when the gang of white coated females trooped into my room the next morning. Drowsy and still drugged I had no idea where the hell I was, let alone who these people were standing around my bed and staring down at me.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" I grumbled, my head instantly throbbing the second I'd lifted it from the pillow.

"Are you feeling better this morning Constable Esposito?" a voice asked. It sounded familiar but I didn't recognize the tall, red haired looker whose mouth had formed the words.

"Where the hell am I?" I demanded.

"Mercy General Hospital. You were brought in last night."

"Hospital?" I asked but then started to remember. "Christ, my cock!"

"We didn't have to amputate after all," Dr. O'Malley said deadpan, a cute, quizzical grin on her lips.

"You're the comedian," I said pointing, "The sexy broad with the great body who thinks she's funny." None of the ladies surrounding my bed even broke into a smile. Most frowned.

"Constable Esposito was brought in last night, bullet wounds to his chest and groin," the babe who was pretending to be a doctor said to the group of white jacketed girls who seemed to be paying a lot of attention to every word she said.

I went away for a minute, when I woke up again the tall broad was undoing a bandage on my chest while she talked. Christ, she's the surgeon, I was shot, I suddenly remembered.

I listened as she described my chest wound as 'minor' to the group I finally understood to be interns. Christ, I wondered to myself, is everybody working in this hospital female.

I tuned back into the Doc's words as she was saying, "Fortunately the assailants second shot lodged into the fleshy part of Constable Esposito's inner thigh after just nicking the tip of his penis." As she talked Doctor O'Malley was holding my cock in her hot little hand, first displaying its tip to the interns and then lifting it away from the wound below.

"Jesus doc," I muttered as the group of interns crowded even closer around my bed, all their eyes boring into the shaft that was suddenly lengthening and hardening in the doctor's warm palm.

"As you can see, the constable still has a fully functioning male member," my surgeon told the gaping girls.

"I'll say," one mumbled as the rest nodded their heads in agreement.

After a couple of minutes more going over my wounds and treatment with the interns, Doctor O'Malley gently released my now throbbing cock and left the room followed by her students.

Scene 3: Hospital Room, Monday 4:00 p.m.

When I woke up in the afternoon the first thing I saw was Maria sitting in a chair next to my bed, holding my hand in her lap. I remembered everything.

"Johnnnnnie!" my older sister shrieked when she saw I was awake. Then she jumped up and leaned over and hugged me before she started to rain down a cascade of wet kisses all over my face.

"Hi honey," I gasped as my sister's hug brought a grimace of pain to my face. "Not so tight."

"Oh Johnnie, I'm sorry," she said as she jumped back and let me go. "Oh gosh, did I hurt you?"

"No, its okay," I said with a grimace. "The doc said the one in my chest bounced off, just a scratch."

"A scratch? Let me see," she insisted as she pulled the sheet off my body and then undid the hospital gown. I had to order her to stop when she started to pull the tape off my chest wound.

"It has to stay covered honey; the doctor doesn't want it infected."

"What about your penis?" she asked. She was just in the process of lifting it off my thigh to inspect it when Dr. O'Malley burst through the door.

"What do you think you're doing," she squawked authoritatively at my sister.

Maria was not easily deterred. "And who the hell are you?" she demanded back, my cock still grasped in her left hand.

"I just happen to be this man's doctor. He's been shot if you haven't noticed yet. Now get your hands off Constable Esposito and immediately explain just who the hell you are and what you're doing here." I couldn't have helped but notice that Doc O'Malley looked darn pretty when she was angry but still felt she was in tough with my dark haired sis. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still out of it. My penis started to fill with blood as Maria continued to grasp it.

"You? A doctor? It's impossible... you're too young. Where's the real doctor? Johnnie's a policeman, he doesn't have to settle for some wet behind the ears student," my sister said indignantly. "Now go and get me someone who knows what he's doing or I'll call the police union president." Meanwhile her hand was gently squeezing my penis.

Peeking, I could see that if I didn't do something these two were going to be pulling hair and rassling on the floor soon.

"Dr. O'Malley?" I said while I waved a hand to try and attract my now irate surgeon's attention. A nurse rushed into the room as I talked.

"Nurse, who is this woman? Why is she here? Call security," the good doctor ordered.

"But Dr. O'Malley," the young nurse protested.

"No buts nurse, I want this pervert out of this room immediately."

"PERVERT!" my sweet sister screamed.

I was tempted to close my eyes again and ignore them but finally decided I didn't want my doctor and sister carted off to jail. So instead I simply yelled, "HELP!"

"What is it?" the two women asked at the same time as they turned to look at me. Their eyes were flashing in anger.

"Dr. O'Malley, may I introduce my sister, Mrs. Maria Paolina Cattini. Hon, this is the world famous penile surgeon, Dr. Katherine O'Malley."

"Your sister?"

"World famous? Her? What is she, Irish or something?" Sis asked with a sneer.

"Why was she touching your penis?" my doc demanded.

"Why is some weird looking Irish girl operating on a man's penis?" my sister shot back.

"She was touching his penis?" the young, bewildered nurse asked.

"Weird looking?" Doctor O'Malley croaked.

"I need a pain killer," I said softly, then closed my eyes.

"Get him a pill," my doctor ordered and then turned to leave the room.

"Oh no you don't," I heard Maria yell, her Italian/American anger fully roused, "I've got some questions for you lady."

I opened my eyes just in time to see my sister rushing to follow the swiftly departing doc. Then I noticed that my little nurse was staring open mouthed at my penis.

Finally she looked up and saw me watching her. "Somebody tried to shoot it?" she asked.

"It's a long story," I said with a grin.

"How long?' she asked, her eyes darting back to my groin.

Jesus!

Scene 4: Hospital Room, Monday, 9:30 p.m.

"I'm not leaving," my younger sister, eighteen year old Rosetta Lucia Esposito, insisted to the nurse who was trying to shoo her from the room. Rosie had got there an hour earlier but had been standing quietly in the corner waiting as a parade of my friends and fellow cops had passed through the room.

"Visitors hours are over Miss," the pretty Asian nurse insisted.

"He's my brother and I'm not leaving," Rosie insisted rather belligerently as she grabbed my hand and sat down in the chair next to my bed.

"I'll have to call security Miss," the nurse warned but I could tell her heart wasn't in it.

"Johnnie's a policeman... the mayor gave him a medal three months ago, for bravery... we're not afraid of some play cop," Rosie announced in an authoritative voice that belied her age and her normally sweet disposition.

"Rosie, maybe you better-" I started.

"I'm not leaving," Rosie stated, but then almost leapt from the seat and embraced me. "Oh Johnnie, what if they'd killed you?" she asked as the tears started to flow from her eyes.

Rosie stayed the night! In the chair next to the bed. At least most of the night.

Drugged I slept through most of the night but did wake momentarily sometime after two a.m. and saw Rosie was talking quietly to a nurse I didn't recognize, the two of them huddled standing at the side of my bed.

"You're sure it's all right? You're sure Johnnie's going to be able to... to you know-"

"Have sex? Father children?" the nurse asked.

"Yes," Rosie whispered, her eyes flicking to my face to make sure I was still asleep.

"Oh don't worry about that, Jenny, she's the day nurse, she told me he was hard as a rock most of the morning. All the nurses were sneaking in to get a peek."

"Why, is something wrong with it?" my befuddled sister asked.

"Honey there isn't anything wrong with your brother's penis. I mean look at it," the nurse said and then I felt her hand circle my cock. "Haven't you ever seen it before? How many penises have you seen anyway?"

"I've never seen any," my innocent sister protested.

"Well you're not going to see many nicer than this one," the nurse announced, then offered, "here, put it in your hand."

"But he's my brother," my sister protested even as her fingers reached for me.

Oh fuck I thought, my innocent little eighteen year old Catholic School going sister is touching my cock. And in about five seconds I'm going to start hardening.

"These are his balls," I heard the nurse instruct Rosie. "Here, hold them... yup, that's right. You know, I wouldn't mind jumping on your brother right now."

"He's sick," my sister protested, the last words I heard before I conked out again.

Rosie was sleeping innocently in the chair by my bed when I awoke just after eight the next morning.

Scene 5: Hospital Room, Tuesday, late afternoon

"Are they gone?" Doctor O'Malley asked with a twinkle in her eye as she watched me from the doorway.

"Who?" I asked, surprised at how happy I was to see the good doc.

"The ferocious Esposito sisters. Are there only two?" she asked as she walked toward the bed. She looked gorgeous. "I understand a second one showed up last night and ran off the nursing staff."

"You're pretty tall, aren't you?" I asked as I let my eyes roam up and down her body. It was hard to tell just what her tits looked like hidden as they were under the buttoned up white coat.

"For a woman, you mean?"

"I'd heard all Penile Surgeons were short," I answered grinning.

"Did you Constable? And how many penile surgeons do you know?" she challenged back with a smile and then lifted my sheet away and raised my hospital gown. "Well it's still there... and gee whiz, will you look at that, for once it isn't hard," she finished as she lifted it up and inspected it.

However that wasn't true for long! "When can I go home doc?" I asked as I lengthened in her hand.

"Probably Saturday, if there aren't any complications, we'll see," she answered as her other hand lifted the bandage from my inner thigh. She still had my cock held firmly in my other hand.

"It looks good, the wounds closed... no infection," she said absentmindedly as she gently touched my thigh.

"What about sex?" I asked, "I mean will I be able to do it fairly soon?"

"They told me you weren't married Constable... premarital sex shouldn't be an issue for a good Catholic boy like you," she said with a grin, then released my penis and covered me up. None too soon either as it turned out. A couple of seconds later my hospital room door banged open.

"Christ, here you are. I've been looking for you for a good half hour." It was one of those voices that just grate on you, high and whiney, and it came from a short, prematurely bald guy who stood in the doorway, an angry glare on his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, royally pissed off at this jerk who was breaking into my quality time with the good doc.

"Oh Graham, this is the police officer who was shot, the one I was telling you about, Constable Esposito," Doctor Kathy O'Malley announced to the guy at the door. Then she turned to me and said, "Johnny, this is Geoff Moody, my husband."

"Doctor Geoffrey Moody, Head Urologist," the asshole said pompously, then added, "hurry up Katherine, if we don't rush we're going to be late for the ballet. Go and get changed and come up to my office when you're done here," he ordered, then turned and left the room.

"You're married? To him? The fuckin ballet," I spat out staccato like. "He's bald. And like five foot tall," I added. "Hurry fuckin up? What about the goddam patients," I said, quickly coming to a boil.

"He's not bald! And he's five-seven," Kathy retorted, a blush spreading on her cheeks.

"Your children will all be midgets," I said, "And why the hell is he a Moody and you're an O'Malley?"

"I kept my maiden name... for professional reasons. Now you be good, I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow," she finished, then turned to go.

"A midget urologist? I told you most penile surgeons were short," I shouted to her retreating back.

Scene 6: Hospital Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Her long, curly, red hair was unpinned and riding wildly on her shoulders when the Doctor swept into my room the next afternoon, a ferocious scowl on her face. Her white jacket, which I'd only ever seen tightly closed, was unbuttoned and flapping open, revealing a soft, light green, cashmere sweater under which two perfectly sized breasts were moving quite delightedly.

"Hi?" I ventured, the question clear in my voice, my eyes flicking back and forth between her face and her luscious breasts.

"They're all asses. Dumb old men who don't have a fucking clue," she muttered as she lifted my sheet.

"Hospital politics?" I guessed.

"They should take a few of them out and shoot them," she added as she pulled the bandage from my chest, taking my last few remaining chest hairs off with the tape.

"Ouch."

"Sorry," she apologized. "It's just some of these idiots think we're back in the stone age. Don't they realize that in five years there are going to be more women doctors than men in this country?"