Chapter Thirteen
Nursing a Grudge
It’s almost five p.m., and the last patient has been just ushered out of the exam room to settle up with the receptionist. Nurse Stevens turns to look at me. She’s gorgeous of course, and that makes my dilemma so much worse. She’s actually as tall as I am, and inside her tight, well-starched white uniform, her body is both trim and generously endowed. Big soft breasts strain at the tunic fabric, and her tight skirt accentuates her killer hips and long, strong legs. No sensible soft-soled nurses shoes there; Nurse Stevens always wears white spike-heeled pumps to work. And from these perfectly formed feet to the standard white nurse’s cap on her pinned-up auburn hair, she’s a vision of both ravishing loveliness and sadistic erotic intent. As the door close
