Angela is back on the menu. She had to come back in town to take care of her apartment and also fill in for a few shifts so she wouldn’t lose her job. It was a breath of fresh air seeing her back at the desk. We couldn’t keep our eyes or our hands off each other all of the night shift! She had brought in some food for both of us since we were working all night, so at 1 A.M., we nestled up in the doctor’s room and ate together. She brought some lasagna that she had made herself, and I must say that she is an excellent chef. It wasn’t very busy tonight, so we had a lot of time to catch up on our worlds and with each other. As we spoke, she held my hand tightly, rubbing them with her perfectly manicured fingers. For some reason ( I can’t imagine why) I scooted over next to her and began kissing her wildly. I couldn’t resist. Next thing I knew was I had her undressed on the doctor’s couch with her perfectly smooth legs on my shoulders. No sooner had I sunk myself into her, then a knock came at the door. We both froze in our spots, staring at the door. Had I locked it? Luckily I did because the person tried to come in. Fortunately they didn’t have the key and moved on. After that, so did we, finishing up what we started in a dramatic fashion. Angela left first, heading to the bathroom to clean up. I stepped out shortly after into a department full of patients.
What a night. I had quite an ensemble of patients that seemed to have arisen out of some crack that appeared in the ground releasing degenerates upon the face of the earth. Burnt out alcoholics and drug-overdosed failures unleashed themselves on my services to rescue them from their poor choices. Drug-addiction and alcoholism – it’s a disease some say, but I call it a malignancy, often terminal. Because it was raining, we were swarmed by homeless people, all of whom I knew from prior visits. Homeless by choice, they prefer the daily hustle for a few dollars rather than the chance at a long term normal lifestyle. After all, why bother working a job and being required to be responsible when you can get everything you need for free? Yes, there are miseries associated with these choices, but every conversation I have had with these individuals demonstrates a series of poor choices after poor choices leading to their condition. In our free country, it is their right to choose whatever way they want, but it seems that we are more bothered by their outcomes than they are! I expect everyone would rather work than be idle. For some, the lifestyle of having no schedule means they can be up all night and sleep all day, hustling for money in the streets in between. There is always some concerned middle-class mother who throws pity on feigned suffering, handing out a dollar that is in turn used to buy more beer. Not to say that some people are really down on their luck and need a hand, but rather I have observed that most people in need never ask for help to begin with. They just suffer in silence and work harder to overcome it. What I am irritated at is how all the poor decisions result in Emergency Department visits at 4 A.M. in the form of requests for all sorts of services, none of which I have access to at that hour. I’m not hardened or mean, but rather I am realistic.
Anyway, as for the rest of the shift, I survived, finally catching up to my work load by 5 A.M. That’s when Ashley showed up. She walked by Angela and the nursing station, smiling at me as she sauntered back in the department. I smiled back at her but quickly diverted my attention so as to not give Angela any clue as to what was happening. I was a bit anxious about any fall-out, so I went to the back room where Ashley was waiting for me. She was the person who had knocked earlier! I said hello to her as I opened the door and we both went in. She literally attacked me, kissing me wildly with her soft lips. Even after my stint with Angela, I must say that Ashley really turned me on. I couldn’t resist bending her over the desk after disrobing her and rubbing my hands over her butt and legs as I went in her. It took a bit more for me to finish up this time, but I had her perfectly arched feet pressed down on my chest as I came in her. I can’t believe what has gotten into me. That took a lot of guts to pull off, and to think, Angela never suspected anything as she smiled at me upon my return!