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Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual relationships.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the prime focus of life, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people’s behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be a least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in THE NIGHT SHIFT NURSE are cases in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
Nancy Cherry walked through the familiar halls of her small-town hospital as she looked at the charts on the clipboard she carried. The attractive young nurse had been born and raised in this small, mountain village. The only time she had gone away was to attend college. Returning, she had married her only lover, as he had high plans for a career as a downhiller. A year later they were divorced.
Even though she was only in her mid-twenties, Nancy dressed, and acted, like somebody’s old-maid aunt. She wore her long hair up in a bun under a nurse’s cap. The lush, voluptuous body that she had been so proud of once before was now hidden under a heavy, loose uniform.
At one time Nancy had been one hot little item around her small community. She and her handsome ex-husband had been the talk of the town. She was the best cheerleader in high school, then became a nurse. He was the top prospect on the ski team.
In the two years since her marriage, Nancy hadn’t been with a man. She might as well be an old-maid. Two years without fucking was enough to make her one.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.