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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