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You've gone this far with Eva already. You decide to stick with her until you know she's in good hands for sure. "I'm not leaving," you defy your infected friend. Eva slides one of her hands over the seat and wraps her fingers between yours. She stares at you with her soft, watery eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Thank you so much, Brad... that means so much to me. I've never had a boyfriend as brave as you..." she sobs as she falls onto your lap. wrapping her arm around your back and holding on tightly. You fear for your own safety at first, but you're dressed and lathered up in antibacterial gel. You hold Eva's trembling body, stroking her shoulder gently to try and calm her. You try not to stare at her exposed waist, at her pretty, creamy skin or further down at her round, luscious ass... Shit! You turn away, hoping Eva doesn't feel your manhood growing stiff. "Try to nap," you tell Eva. "There's some traffic but we'll be at the hospital soon." "I can't," Eva moans softly. "I'm too horny." She clutches at you tightly as if in great pain. "It's too strong... it's like being stuck right before orgasm... driving me crazy..." You take a deep breath. "Maybe you should masturbate, to try and relieve some pressure." Eva doesn't let go. "Right now?" "Right now," you reply. In normal circumstances, you'd expect nothing less than a punch in the face. "Okay..." Eva unclasps her fingers from yours and reaches down inside her jogging shorts. You watch as she strokes up and down, moaning. You have to reassure the cab driver that everything is okay, even as Eva's moans turn into muffled screams as she breaks into orgasm and begins to shake violently. "Do you feel any better?" you ask. "I can't stop..." Eva moans, continuing to massage herself underneath her shorts. She looks up at you, her eyes matching yours. "You're so cute... god, why can't I have a boyfriend as sexy as you?" "Shhh..." you try to calm her. "You should probably stop fingering yourself now..." "I can't!" Eva cries. "Oh my god, it's so amazing... you have no idea..." There's no way you can hide your erection any longer. Even if you look away, Eva's moans and the sound of her running her fingers inside of her, swishing around in her cum keep you envisioning the busty beauty on your lap. Finally you grab Eva's arms and hold them in as strong of a grip as you can muster. Her strength is astonishing and your arms grow exhausted, but at last Eva stops struggling and shuts her eyes, panting. "We're here," you say. You throw some twenties at the cab driver and pull Eva out of the vehicle, supporting her weight on your shoulder. You half drag her to the front doors where several medics ease her into a wheelchair. "What's wrong?" one of the medics, a brawny forty-year old man asks. "She has the bimbo virus," you say, hoping you don't get laughed away. "I don't care what you think. She's not okay! You need to put her under right away or she might infect the staff!" "That isn't regulation..." the man says, but all of a sudden Eva springs back to life, trying to leap at the man who set her down in the wheelchair. She is wrestled back down and injected with a needle. Within seconds she slumps down, out cold. "Are you with her?" the man asks. Mission accomplished. Eva is in good hands now and you have not been infected. You could go now and try to resume your quest home. But you've also grown a certain attachment to Eva... you imagine her waking up in restraints, peering up at unfamiliar faces all around her. You could stay and comfort her, maybe even learn how you can help your wife Sarah recover from the virus. But it's also a risk. Is it one you are willing to take?