Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
She was a district nurse, a
very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya was twenty eight years old
only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much
desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her
louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had
suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of
the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya
took her pleasures where she found them.
On that fateful
day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a
school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just
stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through
the air.
Freya was two
cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of
her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.
When she reached
the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head
to one side.
One arm was under
her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural
positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of
blood.
She estimated she
was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less
than a mile away called Carrington Chase.
Freya checked for
a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.
The female driver
of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was
desperately trying to calm her down.
Freya picked up
the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a
hand bag.
A young man said
"Can I do
anything?"
"Yes” she
said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"
"Ok” he said
and off he went.
She stayed with
the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a
travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.
When the young
man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body
and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.
"Hi
Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said
"Hello Sam,
her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good"
She quickly did
the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and
his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.
Freya remained at
the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement
to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband
arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.
It was when she
had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile
phone.
“Shit” she said
at the discovery
Freya was
starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and
getting back in the car.
She ate her
sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff
car park.
In the Emergency Department
she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone
straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.
So Freya thanked her and went
upstairs to the ICU.
“Hello sister” Freya said
“Yes” she replied
suspiciously
“It’s Nurse St David” she
said
“I recognise the name but not
the face” Sister Madden replied
“I was looking for a young
girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden
“A school girl hit by a car”
“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you
related?”
“No I witnessed it” she
replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”
“I see, well it’s not good
news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely
“Oh no” Freya said and sat
down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.
“I have her mobile phone, she
was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her
family”
“There’s no one here” Said
the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”
This news hit Freya like a
slap in the face.
“Has no one come from the
school?” she asked
“No” replied a Doctor
“But they’ve contacted the
family” the Sister contributed
“Very big of them” the doctor responded
Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage
A relatively young man with
the same colouring as herself.
“Then Pauline is dying then?”
Freya said
“Yes” he replied “and it’s
unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”
“Are the school aware of that
fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response
“Well that just won’t do”
Freya said with determination and stood up
“May I use the phone in your
office doctor?”
“Who do you want to call?” he
asked
“The headmistress” she
replied “Do you have a number Sister?”
“Yes” she replied and handed
her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”
“You can use my office on one
condition” the doctor said
“What’s that?” she replied
expecting a proposition
“That I can listen in” he
said
“Done” she said
They went into his office and
she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.
Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed
the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.
“Carrington Chase!” a woman
answered
“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya
said
“I think you mean Ms
Hardacre” she responded in monotone
“Yes” she replied
“And you are?”
“Nurse St David, Churchill
Hospital”
The line went dead momentarily
before another woman’s voice said
“Ms Hardacre speaking”
“I’m Nurse St David from the
Churchill” Freya said
“Oh yes” she responded flatly
“You understand the
seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the
night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya
asked at length
“Yes its very tragic” the
headmistress replied
“We were wondering when the
schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours”
she said
“The school isn’t sending
anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.
“Why not?” Freya
responded
“It’s not our
responsibility” Hardacre replied
“That’s a
disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily
“She is one of
your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever
happened to “in loco parentis””
“The girl was not on school
property at the time of the accident”
The headmistress interrupted
“And she didn’t have
permission to be outside”
“So she got what she deserved?
Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage
“Well it wouldn’t have
happened would it?” Hardacre replied
“So you take their money and
then wash your hands of them”
“I’m not going to dignify
that with an answer” She said
“So I take it you won’t send
anyone?” she asked
“That’s correct” the
headmistress replied
“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya
asked “What about pastoral care?”
“We don’t molly coddle at
Carrington Chase” she answered
“What faith is she?” Freya
demanded
“What? I’ve no idea” she
replied
“Then check your records and
find out” Freya barked
“Who are you to give me
orders” she said affrontedly
“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya
snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning
and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”
“Very well” she said and
tutted
“A few moments later” she
returned.
“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”
“I would like to tell the
parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said
“But I can’t because you’ve
been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”
“How dare you threaten me,
you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends
to deal with the likes of you”
And then Hardacre hung up.
“How rude” Freya said “I
hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”
“What a bitch” Dr Gossage
added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.
“That was brilliant” he added
and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following
““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs
Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””
“You recorded it?” Freya said
and Peter nodded
“I wish I’d thought of that”
she said
“Not to worry” he said “give
me your number and I’ll send you the file”
“Oh yes is that your normal
ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek
“No I’m serious, it might
come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said
Freya went to the hospital
chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last
rights on an elderly patient.
So she left a message for Reverend
Val
Hicks and then Freya decided she could
not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside
until the end.
So she sat and held the hand
of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have
had a life full of infinite possibilities.
At around 2.30am Reverend
Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.
She was a rather large
unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled
at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.
No words were exchanged, Rev
Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual.
It was less than an hour
later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr
and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.
The door to the on call room
opened and Freya quietly entered.
Peter Gossage was in the bed
and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so
he dismissed it.
Freya slipped silently out of
her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
“Why?” he asked
“Because I want to feel alive” she
replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his
skin and his arousal began.
As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his
torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.
Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue
licked and darted.
Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over
onto her back and took control.
And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and
every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked
“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his
back and then scrambled aboard him.
Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took
back control.
All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her
pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.
Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from
him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted
to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious
utterance of intense satisfaction.
After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got
out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.
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