Seeker

I’m $1500.00 poorer after my visit to Cherise. It’s crazy that I keep doing this with her, but I guess I have a soft spot somewhere. Maybe it’s because she’s so much fun? Or maybe she is so dependent on me that I like that control over her? I dunno what it is that keeps me coming back for more with Cherise. She doesn’t seem to want to get up other own feet and move forward. Anyway, I had trouble sleeping last night because of the Adderal that I took, so Cherise got me drunk and gave me a Xanax from her collection of pills in the medicine cabinet. She has a pill for everything it seems. Hydromorphone, Valium, Ativan, Doxepin, Seroquel, Percocet, and the list goes on. You need an upper, she’s got the Adrenal, or if you need to go down, just choose the Ativan or Valium, unless you want a soft landing, in which case, choose the Clonazepam. The Seroquel will knock you off your butt and put you to sleep. Need a mood changer? Try some Dilaudid or Percocet.  It turns out that Cherise has had several Emergency Department visits for different ailments in the past months. I ran across her visit slips in one of her drawers as she slept. Back pain, abdominal pain, endometriosis, migraine headache, and even dental pain were on her list of visits, each one resulting in a prescription for pain medication or anxiety medication or some other mood stabilizer it seems. Yet, Cherise is so intelligent and seems to have no depression or anxiety-type behaviors – what am I missing here? Maybe she has some addictive problems – it may very well be, but at the moment, it is hard for  me to see that with the way she seems to be so functional when we are together.

Maybe Cherise has some fear of passing up an opportunity…

Today, when I finally got up, Cherise was sitting quietly on the couch, glasses on, reading a book by Leo Tolstoy. I barely recognized her compared with the wild, disinhibited woman I was with last night! What a difference – I mean, I love them both!

It’s sad to leave Cherise this time. The next time I return, I will be a father!

No one is perfect. I truly believe that. I had just gotten used to being with Cherise for the past days, and now I’m off again back to home…

-T.C.

I had trouble falling asleep after Cherise and I had sex. I kept tossing and turning, my mind was constantly churning over my bills and the soon-to-be born baby. What was I going to do next? I guess I will let time play out and make my decisions for me. Cherise was awakened by my movement in bed and offered me some Valium to help me out. I gladly accepted the offer, chugging down a good 10 mg and stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to fall over me. Until the Valium took effect, Cherise wandered under the covers to give me some ‘oral pleasures,’ placing her and I in the classic ’69’ position. You can only imagine, everything that I had put in her earlier, ran out in my mouth as she went down on me! Either way, the Valium swiftly worked on me, making me not care in the least, and in fact, the whole thing turned me on even more!

It was practically noon before I awakened to Cherise sitting on the end of the bed. “You want one?” She asked as she held her hand out with a pill in it. It was Adderall to help wake her up. I hadn’t really thought of using Adderall for that purpose, but the Valium and alcohol really hung me over, so I decided to try the Adderrall to help me out. It worked quite well, I might add.

The day was fun, with a late, but quaint lunch together and a sport’s bar visit to watch some of the more recent basketball games and random sports.

A bit of food to help me out!

The only issue I had today was the yellow eviction notice on the door when we got back. Cherise quickly snatched the paper down, but I immediately confronted her about it. I had been giving her money for the rent, but it appears she has been using it for other ‘needs.’ Where the money goes, I don’t know. In the end, after a protracted argument, I ended up writing her a check for $1200.00 to get her out of the hole. I was distressed again, even after another session of mid-blowing sex! I’m not certain why I keep this situation going, because financially this is quite disturbing! Maybe it’s the sex or maybe I feel sorry for her. She has no one to help her out, and I would be incredibly upset if she lost everything in an eviction! Where is she putting away all that money, I keep asking myself? It doesn’t matter, because after she came out of the bathroom, she quickly pulled me in her as she laid face down on the bed…

Yes – those pants look great on you, Cherise!

-T.C.

I am off to see Cherise. I made a few thousand dollars this week from writing prescriptions and selling ‘extra pills’ I accumulated from various patients in the ER this week. It was so busy all week. Every day I would walk into a shift that required me to see some 10-15 new patients immediately. Of course the patients hate waiting for anything, even their own results! So every single patient was filled with attitude the moment I walked into their room. I realized quickly that very few people seemed to care about getting better, but rather they were more worried about becoming asymptomatic. Relieve their pain and perform damage control was the theme in each patient’s case. No one was worried about their future health per se, but rather get me seen and outa here, and by the way, can I have some Percocet for my headache as well? It never fails, everyone who comes in to the ER, even for a rash, will add a ‘headache’ to their repertoire of complaints just to get a Percocet! So for my last shift before I hit the road, I had a ‘freak wave’ of the regulars come in. On certain days, we end up getting numerous frequent filers at the same time. Some of these patients are seen up to ten times a month, so by statistical chances, on certain days, these same repeat offenders all end up in the ER at the same time. I can’t disprove that these same people aren’t just flash-mobbing us by texting each other through social media sites, like Facebook or Twitter. It is certainly suspicious how some patients seem to show up to the department in groups. That’s because they call, text, Twitter, and Facebook each other about which doctor is working at which department. Many of these same people are like Hobo’s, living in the woods and migrating through the locale from time to time, following bus-lines to the hospital or calling EMS to get from one place to the other via the ER. It’s amazing that on snow days when bus services stop running, these patients disappear!

Exactly!

I was glad to have this all behind me. My drive to see Cherise was relaxing, and I couldn’t wait to see her. I called everyone as I drove: Ashley, Angela, Melanie, Shana, and so on. It was great to close loose ends in the course of a few hours! I had no one else to text or call tonight, so I got to actually enjoy the night at Cherise’s. The pain in the neck issue was carrying two separate phones and remembering who to call from which phone! I told Angela I had to work at my other hospitals and would be away fro a few days. She wanted to come, but I told her I was ‘worried’ she may end up delivering at the wrong hospital! She acquiesced.

Cherise looked great. Hot as always…fit and sexy. She had been drinking before I even got in to see her, so immediately when I got to the door with my bag, she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me into the bedroom. As always, the sex was passionate and off the top! What a few days to look forward to! Finally my mind was relieved for a bit from the stress of my imminent fatherhood !

Cherise loves staying fit!

-T.C.

Shana is insane in bed.I love how experimental she is! Something about a person who is physically fit, mentally fit, and open minded is refreshing. As I was about to leave her place, she wanted sex again – but this time on her kitchen table. I was able to perform, but not as well as normal. We had gone at it twice in the past several hours and so it took a bit of coaxing for me to perform. It was , by no means, torture, after all, her incredibly firm, yet soft legs and back were irresistible. She was way too flexible and was able to wrap her legs behind her neck as we had sex. It was memorable and perfect. After I left, I considered the fact that we hadn’t used any condoms ,and I didn’t ask her about birth control. I guess she must be on the pill since she didn’t say either way.

I stopped by Angela’s for a late lunch and then quickly stopped by Melanie’s before I walked into work. She was looking incredible as always. Of late, she had been hanging out with a new girlfriend,  Carolina, and seemed to be less anxious about me not being as available. I met Carolina tonight, as she was hanging out with Melanie. The two had been drinking fairly heavily, but there was definitely excitement in the air as I came in.

Carolina hiding from the camera

Carolina seemed very loquacious and sweet, but she hated having her picture taken. She was beautiful, lively, and definitely fit. Melanie had her hands all over her as they spoke. I didn’t feel any competition from Carolina by any means, but thought the whole scene was quite tintillating. Seeing two fabulous looking women crooning over each other was incredibly arousing to me, but I unfortunately was emptied by Shana just a few hours ago. As I left to go to work, Melanie ran over to the door and whispered in my ear that she was going to drop  by for for a ‘special visit.’ I kissed her lips softly as I closed the door and ran off to work, late as usual. I could see Carolina wrapping her arms around Melanie as the door shut behind me – clearly Carolina had ‘something’ in mind.

As for work, I again began sleuthing for more opportunities to acquire ‘goods.’ I have found it easy to obtain all sort of medications from patients. So many of the older clients carry bottle of ‘pain medications’ that they bring into the hospital. It is easy for me to pilfer the bottles, seeing how no one suspects me otherwise. My contact is always eager to pay in cash for these goods, even antibiotics, which some people need for IV injection infections, My take-home tonight is $750.

Melanie did bring in some ‘dessert’ at 3 A.M. We snuck back to the doctor’s lounge and sat down together, holding hands as we dipped into a velvet cake that she bought from a new bakery. After several interruptions from various ’emergencies,’ We quickly realized that time was wasting. Next thing I found was Melanie naked from the waist down on the couch with her soft, wrinkled feet on my shoulders as  I once again took fate into my hands that I might contract HIV because she was so irresistible. The fact she was with Carolina, made the whole scene even more amazing and possibilities endless….

Melanie gave me a little photo for me to remember her every day

-T.C.

I woke up with my arm around Angela this morning, her naked butt spooning against me as my arm draped over her chest. We had slept quietly and comfortably all night after I had picked her up from the hospital. Angela had complained that she felt ugly and fat now that her legs had become so swollen and her belly had become so enlarged in these last weeks of her pregnancy. She had bled a little more after we had sex last night, but at least she hadn’t cramped. She still was ravenous for all sorts of sexual misadventure, which I was perfectly fine with! And yes, her legs were quite swollen, such that my hands left impressions in them when I was  pushing back on them while we had sex. Her formerly perfectly soft feet had become somewhat coarse and flakey as did her hands of recent. It was a bit of a turn off, so we frequently positioned ourselves with her on her side or all-fours, except for last night, when she got a bit freaky.

We had a pleasant morning together with more affectionate mannerisms between us today than in the past several weeks. It felt relaxing to lay in bed next to her, except for my phone which kept going off the hook from calls and texts from Shana, Ashley, Melanie, and Cherise who blew up my phone at the most inopportune moments. Of course I couldn’t answer them in plain sight, so I would carry off my phone and text them back to tell them I would call later or just simply chat back and forth with them as frequently as possible without making my texting too obvious to Angela. However, eventually Angela did get annoyed with my ‘secrecy’ as I texted and asked me who I was talking too. Of course I used work as my scapegoat and that seemed to satisfy Angela, but she still seemed to actually want to see the text messages. I texted Rob a few times about some inconsequential work-related issues and let Angela watch my text-thread as I typed openly for this one text-thread. She seemed to be less suspicious after that…I hope.

First stop after leaving Angela this morning was the AT&T phone store where I purchased a different phone line so I could keep my phone conversations separate when I’m with Angela and won’t have to hide the screen from her. Likewise, I found myself making occasional texting mistakes by sending the wrong text to the wrong person, usually with a follow-up back-pedaling excuse to clear up the mess. I had sent one such text this morning to Cherise by accident , when I blew open an angry exchange between us briefly when I meant to send the text, “You were amazing last night.” to Shana but sent it to Cherise instead. Cherise immediately attacked me and accused me of going out with someone else, to which I said that the text was referring to her insanely hot text messages we exchanged the other evening . After several minutes of bantering back and forth, Cherise was satisfied and happy again, even as I sweated bullets. Angela, in the meantime, kept trying to sneak  looks over my shoulder as I texted next to her in bed. To calm everything down, I promised Cherise I would come down this weekend. I really don’t have any time for that, but it was the only was to seal my ‘loyalty’ towards Cherise. What a pain in the ass this has become. So now I have two phones to minimize some of my issues. Angela gets my main, new phone, while for everyone else, they will be using my old phone number.

I have to work tonight, so I ran by home and showered off and changed. I have a pile of bills on my desk that are overdue in major ways. I have no extra money despite the amount I pull in each month Everyone is costing me an area and a leg. Cherise is sucking some serious money out of me – she still has been unable to get full-time work! As far as Shana, I just met her and for some reason, I ordered an ankle bracelet for her on-line today, for the mere cost of $400. She mentioned that she loved certain types of jewelry, and I certainly want to adorn her body so I can enjoy it to it’s fullest! I was going to call up my new contact to see if they needed any ‘special prescriptions.’ but chose to hold out for the moment. In the end , that worked out fine for this particular shift.

It turns out that the night ran fairly typically. The regular patients with their regular complaints showed up at their usual times. The young women with their ovarian cyst ruptures came in around midnight, shortly after having sex which then caused their cysts to rupture. One young lady wanted me to write a note for her boyfriend to tell him that they not have sex so often because he was so large. Like I can really write that advice down on paper? After the run of lower abdominal pains and finger lacerations from glassware and knives at dinnertime, the cough, colds, and crying children are brought in by the throngs of tired, angry parents. Obviously if the kid can’t sleep, then the parents can’t, hence leading to the late night visit. Of course none of them will wait until the morning to see their pediatricians since they all have Medicaid and pay nothing extra for emergency services. Then after this run of patients comes the 2 A.M visits from bar fights and stabbings as local establishments close down. As the cold night deepens, the homeless arrive by EMS and then the burnt out alcoholics and drug-addicts looking for ‘detox,’ having taken their last shot and hit moments before making their ‘call for help.’ Finally come in the ‘suicidal’ patients, depressed and awake for days, having not taken their medications because they ‘felt better’ and decided to stop.  Those people are a different story, but the one prize for the night was this 70 year old man with chronic medical problems who came in with a bag of his medications. He had some fifty medicines listed on his record. Who could take all of that every day? He must pop a pill every ten minutes! I noticed in his bag he had some huge bottles of Percocet and Dilaudid tablets for his ‘chronic pain’. They were left by his clothing after the nurses ran through his bottles to list his medications. I had an idea – I sent the patient to radiology for ‘testing’, ordering a Cat scan that he really didn’t need so I could rummage through his bags and take his Percocet and Dilaudid bottles! My heart raced madly as I slid the curtain close to do this, but luckily no one saw me. I quickly called my new contact and told him of my find, for which he offered me $1000. By the end of my shift, I had ten $100 bills planted squarely in my hand.

I slid into bed next to Shana, who had just gotten home after a night of dancing. Wild and passionate, I loved the way she arched her back as I slid my hands behind her. Our lips met and words were exchanged through our moans and grunts as we performed our ‘final act’ for the day…..

-T.C.