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How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel are important, other people will feel as if they’ve been exploited for the sake of an individual’s goals.
Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people whose personal achievement, or success, or personal desires, is the only thing that really matters.
THE NIGHT NURSE is a story about a nurse who will do anything to satisfy her sexual desires — even if it means taking advantage of her young patients. Although many people will consider this woman to be perverted because of her personal goal, they cannot argue with the happiness she gives to many of her patients.
A startling story that provides insight into the happiness that can be gained from what society considers perverted.
Most of the other nurses hated having to work the midnight to eight in the mowing shift, but I actually enjoyed it. It was usually quiet during that period and most of the male patients seemed to get really horny when I walked in on them at night like that. Not that I didn’t have the kind of body men get horny over at any time, but they seemed more intense about it at night.
I couldn’t blame them, really. They were cooped up in their rooms all day and I’m sure most of them thought about fucking even more than I did. And I was a sexy twenty-three-year-old blonde with tits that bounced around when I moved and an ass that caught every glance. Also, I guess it must have been obvious that I was always hot and horny for some reason, because the men would say things to me they never said to any of the other nurses. And, of course, I usually answered them with more than merely talk. The fact is, I love fucking.
It was around three o’clock and I was making the rounds, peeking into each room on the second floor and making sure everything was as it should be. I got to Room 209, and when I opened the door, the young man sitting up in bed jumped when he saw me. He must have been admitted sometime during the day.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-2005 in the original publications (a duplicate).