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Kimberly Marchand, her tits and ass swaying seductively, walked quickly down the street. Her car was parked a few hundred yards away and once she was in it and driving she would feel relatively safe. But, now she felt apprehensive.
That was the thing about being a nurse, Kimberly thought, the hours were terrible. Working the night shift at the hospital, as she had to do every three months, threw everything out of kilter for her, and, what’s more, exposed her to walking alone in the middle of the night.
Her career as a registered nurse had promised so much in the beginning — the chance to help other people, working with famous doctors, some of whom she had hoped would be eligible for marriage. Now, as she was starting to push 30, Kimberly found herself getting tired of the whole thing.
The thing which depressed Kimberly most, however, was the doctors. When she had gone into nursing, she had always assumed that she might become romantically involved with a doctor or two. As it had turned out, Kimberly had become involved with a doctor — Dr. Jim Spencer, a surgeon, and marriage was a very important consideration in the relationship. Unfortunately, marriage entered into the situation because Jim already had a wife — and three children — and despite frequently promising Kimberly he was going to ask for a divorce, after two years of seeing her secretly he was still as married as ever.
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