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Chapter 1-6
The nurse is an older woman, his mother’s age, Mr. Fordham’s age, and Jason wonders what she’d have to say about Wesley’s hand beneath the man’s jacket out in the waiting room. With each step, Jason’s underwear bites into his hard cock and she gives him a sympathetic look as she hands him a small container. “Aww, honey, is it that bad?” she asks. Worse than you can imagine, Jason wants to say, but she means the pain in his belly and not the erection shoved into his jeans. Pointing at the container she gave him, she says, “Fill it up to about here, if you please. Lid on tight, leave it on the side of the sink when you’re through.” She holds open another door that leads into a cramped, pink-tiled bathroom no larger than a small closet. When she flicks on the light, a vent roar
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