Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Bronwyn Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more intimate.
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
“Hello Sharon” she said as she walked into her room, but there was no response.
“How are you felling today?”
Still no response.
“Come on I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me” she said and in response her silence she added
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Bronwyn closed her bag and got up before heading for the door.
“Don’t go” Sharon said quietly
“So there is something?” Bron asked
“Yes” Sharon replied timidly
“So what can I do to make you more comfortable?” Bron asked
There was a short period of silence and then Sharon said
“Flick me off”
“What?” Bron retorted unsure she had heard correctly
“Please” she begged
“Why?” she asked suspiciously
“Because I’m horny” Sharon replied
“No you’re not” Bronwyn said “If you were just horny you could flick your own bean”
“Ok, I just want to feel the intimate touch of another human being before the end” she said “to feel truly alive one last time before I die”
“What about Karen?” she asked, Karen Clark was her long-time girlfriend.
“She won’t do it, she says it’s too hard”
“So why me?” Bron asked
“Because of your experience, as a nurse and your reputation for providing special services” she explained “so will you?”
“Yes”
“When?” Sharon asked hopefully
“Now, while your mum is out shopping” Bronwyn stated
“Are you sure this is what you want?” She asked as she caressed Sharon’s cheek
“Yes”
Bronwyn’s hand followed the contours of her body and towards her hairless crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At her first touch she was little more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as Bron stroked her and she began moaning softly as her head sank into her pillow.
As she warmed to her rhythmic touch and harmonic moans emanated from her as her head rolled from side to side as she penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
Sharon was considerably brighter when Bronwyn left and she did think she would continue her course of treatment a while longer however she died before her next visit.
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