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Speaker 1: you enjoy tonight's show. The stretcher crashed along the corridors
Speaker 1: of the hospital, its tinny sounds forewarning its arrival many
Speaker 1: seconds before it actually entered the emergency room. The tall,
Speaker 1: stute frame of doctor Phillips hovered over the still body
Speaker 1: as the nurses cut through the leather, exposing the wounds
Speaker 1: to doctor Phillip's caze. Lisa deliberately held back. She did
Speaker 1: not need to have a flood of emotions at this
Speaker 1: very moment, even if it was Chris on the stretcher.
Speaker 1: The doctor bart commands. Lisa passed various implements to the
Speaker 1: nurses who were on the front line. After what felt
Speaker 1: like ours or maybe just minutes, doctor Phillips announced, Okay,
Speaker 1: get him booked in. I think he might have several
Speaker 1: broken bones and may need surgery. Now, do we have
Speaker 1: a name? One nurse looked down at the paperwork that
Speaker 1: had come in with the biker as Lisa held her breath,
Speaker 1: waiting to have the air knocked out of her Yes,
Speaker 1: Trevor McMillan, the nurse, replied. Lisa was prepared for a shock,
Speaker 1: but not this. She gasped loudly, making everyone else in
Speaker 1: the room turn to look at her, and earning her
Speaker 1: a disapproving glare from doctor Phillips. You know him, I presume,
Speaker 1: doctor Phillips asked, in his haughty tone. Huh I think so,
Speaker 1: she replied. Oh, don't just stand there, girl, get over
Speaker 1: here and have a good look. Do you know him
Speaker 1: or not? Doctor Phillips commanded, his tone edged with irritation.
Speaker 1: The nurses around the stretcher parted as Lisa nervously stepped forward.
Speaker 1: Could it really be Her eyes scanned up his body.
Speaker 1: His left arm was twisted into some very painful looking position.
Speaker 1: Various gashes marked his chest out together with what seemed
Speaker 1: like the tiniest butterfly stitches, but his face, presumably the
Speaker 1: helmet had protected his head. His beard now flecked with gray,
Speaker 1: making him look even more attractive in Lisa's eyes than
Speaker 1: he did all those years ago. Yes, I know him
Speaker 1: or it did a few years ago. Good. I'm glad
Speaker 1: we got that cleared up, doctor Phillips said. Now let's
Speaker 1: get him where he needs to be. Lisa watched as
Speaker 1: they moved him out of the emergency room. Turning to
Speaker 1: the nurse with the paper, she asked what happened. The
Speaker 1: nurse flicked nervously through the papers. According to the witnesses,
Speaker 1: he was hit by another motorcyclist who seemed to have
Speaker 1: been out of control, and then was hit by a
Speaker 1: car after he fell. What happened to the other motorcyclist,
Speaker 1: Lisa asked, how apparently he fled the scene. Probably didn't
Speaker 1: want to be talking to the police, the nurse said, dryly, solemnly,
Speaker 1: Watching the stretcher disappear up the corridor towards surgery, she
Speaker 1: simply said. Fuck. To say this shift passed in a
Speaker 1: blur was an understatement. Lisa could not focus. She could
Speaker 1: not believe Trevor was laying in the very same hospital
Speaker 1: she was working in. After all this time was his fate.
Speaker 1: She believed he'd been in surgery most of the time
Speaker 1: she was on shift, only coming out in the dying
Speaker 1: moments of her time at the hospital. She looked at
Speaker 1: him from the doorway as she was leaving. Was this
Speaker 1: a sign she really didn't believe in second chance romances?
Speaker 1: But watching him as he lay unconscious, her heart really
Speaker 1: felt sickened. She had walked away from him once, ignored
Speaker 1: his cause, his letters, or for absolutely no reason. Maybe
Speaker 1: this was a chance to put it right, at least
Speaker 1: beyond speaking terms with the best friend she ever had.
Speaker 1: Maybe fate had given her a way out. Over the years,
Speaker 1: she had started to call him so many times, just
Speaker 1: to hear his voice, But of course she never completed
Speaker 1: the cause she had carried the guilt of her stupidity
Speaker 1: for so many years. Right now it weighed heavier than
Speaker 1: ever on her soul. Silently, she walked into his room
Speaker 1: and pushed his long, graying hair away from his face
Speaker 1: and kissed his brow gently. If this was fate, then
Speaker 1: she was truly grateful for the opportunity. Don't you go
Speaker 1: dying on me, Trevor McMullan, she whispered, a tears stinging
Speaker 1: in her eyes. She turned and left the room, with
Speaker 1: her heart feeling hope for the first time in a
Speaker 1: very long time. It wasn't until she was sat in
Speaker 1: the car that reality kicked in. This was the man
Speaker 1: that she walked away from without saying a word, a
Speaker 1: man that had supported her after the death of her brother,
Speaker 1: Yet she decided he wasn't worth a phone call. What
Speaker 1: the hell would you say to him? How'd you excuse that?
Speaker 1: The rain at ease by the time she reached Karen's
Speaker 1: house and the morning sun broke its cover through the clouds.
Speaker 1: It only took one knock on the door to ignite
Speaker 1: the sound of excited children from behind the wood. The
Speaker 1: door swung open, and two faces stared up at her,
Speaker 1: covered in an explosion of paint. I'm a tiger, Clarice giggled,
Speaker 1: And she's a lion, she said, pointing at Mandy. Of
Speaker 1: course you are, Lisa said, glad she had no aspirations
Speaker 1: for her daughter's artistic talents. Get your bag, we need
Speaker 1: to go home. There's something I need to tell you,
Speaker 1: Lisa said, doubt still swarming her mind. She had always
Speaker 1: been vague about Clarice's father, particularly to Cariice. Just another
Speaker 1: way she denied Trevor, she thought. With him laying in hospital,
Speaker 1: she could feel nothing but guilt for the way she
Speaker 1: had treated him. Whatever the consequences, she had to make
Speaker 1: this right and acknowledge all that he was in her life.
Speaker 1: What if he doesn't even like children, she muttered to herself,
Speaker 1: not realizing the words come out through her mouth. What mummy,
Speaker 1: Clarice said, looking up at her with those bright, innocent
Speaker 1: eyes of hers. Oh nothing, honey, Mommy's just talking out loud,
Speaker 1: she replied, taking Clarice's backpack in one hand and grasping
Speaker 1: Art's waiting hand with the other, squeezing it a little
Speaker 1: tied to the normal. Lost in her own world, she
Speaker 1: hadn't realized Karen was stood in the doorway, shaking her
Speaker 1: head to clear her thoughts. She thanked Karen. Karen just
Speaker 1: smiled knowingly before saying good luck. He's for the best.
Speaker 1: Lisa tried her best to fight off the waves of
Speaker 1: doubt that crashed over her mind as they drove home,
Speaker 1: tried her best to pay attention to her daughter as
Speaker 1: she excitedly told her about their adventures over the past
Speaker 1: couple of days. She just needed to get home and
Speaker 1: tell clarsa truth. If he didn't want to know her,
Speaker 1: he surely would know his daughter. How could he not
Speaker 1: love her? Pulling the car into her driveway. Lisa's shoulders
Speaker 1: slumped as she grew at the will. This was it.
Speaker 1: The small house seemed larger and cavernous as she put
Speaker 1: Clarice's backpack on the counter, trying to delay the conversation
Speaker 1: she knew she needed to have. She asked Clarisse, Honey,
Speaker 1: have you eaten? Clorice just grinned bacon Berger's and fries. Mo,
Speaker 1: there goes that excuse. Suddenly there was a loud roar
Speaker 1: outside the house. As much as Lisa wanted to avoid
Speaker 1: the inevitable, Chris was the one reason she did not
Speaker 1: need to have around you. Wait here, honey, Mammy's just
Speaker 1: got something to handle, she said, closing the kitchen door behind.
Speaker 1: As she walked to the front door and opened it,
Speaker 1: she had to say Chris looked more disheveled than normal,
Speaker 1: which was quite an achievement. As he took his helmet
Speaker 1: off and looked her in the eyes, the fear that
Speaker 1: glazed them burned with a ferocious temper. Lisa wondered for
Speaker 1: a moment if he was going to attack her, steal
Speaker 1: her purse, and fill himself with drugs. All she could
Speaker 1: think of was keeping him away from Clarisse, pulling the
Speaker 1: door to behind her. She asked him sternly, why are
Speaker 1: you here, Chris? This isn't what we agreed. I killed him.
Speaker 1: I fucking killed him, he grooted out. Now they will
Speaker 1: kill me, or I'll get arrested and do life. His
Speaker 1: eyes flickered from side to side in a manic movement
Speaker 1: as he raised his hand. Lisa flinched instinctively, waiting for
Speaker 1: the first strike. Instead, Chris just grabbed his shoulder, squeezing
Speaker 1: into the point of pain as he said, I need
Speaker 1: to get away, jail bait. Now I need money for fuel,
Speaker 1: something I can pawn. Lisa winced at the way he
Speaker 1: said gel bait. It always sounded so seedy when he
Speaker 1: used it, like it was wish for thinking. Taking a breath,
Speaker 1: Lisa forced herself to think. This could be an opportunity.
Speaker 1: She knew it. She just had to figure out how
Speaker 1: hope sparked in her mind again dimply, but it was there, Chris,
Speaker 1: what happened? She asked, trying to assess how much of
Speaker 1: an opportunity this was. The old fucker shouldn't have been
Speaker 1: on the road, let alone A fucking bike cut right
Speaker 1: across me, and I hit him. Then a car hit him,
Speaker 1: he growled. Obviously he has spent time thinking about that
Speaker 1: enough to make himself sound innocent. I only had a
Speaker 1: little weed at the clubhouse, and I had to do
Speaker 1: that on credit, he said between gritted teeth. From experience,
Speaker 1: she knew that a little weed meant at least five
Speaker 1: lines of dope. And if he owed the club money
Speaker 1: and he might do time, they would want to paying
Speaker 1: him full with interest, and she really doubted he would
Speaker 1: be able to get his hands on the money for that.
Speaker 1: He was fucked from both ends. Chris, I've got fifty
Speaker 1: bucks in cash and still waiting for my wages to clear.
Speaker 1: She paused, her mind twisted with guilt and doubt over
Speaker 1: what she was considering. Somewhere in the back of her mind,
Speaker 1: a voice from her youth whispered, do it. A strong
Speaker 1: man's voice was always there, just on the edge of hearing.
Speaker 1: I also have Mark's watches. I don't know how much
Speaker 1: they're worth, but he always said they were expensive. The
Speaker 1: truth was, Lisa didn't even know if they were real.
Speaker 1: Mark did work of sorts and always seemed to have money,
Speaker 1: but she had been too young to be cynical enough
Speaker 1: to challenge him about the jobs he did. Focus returned
Speaker 1: to Chris's eyes and to Lisa's satisfaction more than a
Speaker 1: little surprise. Yeah, you bastard, I had those and you
Speaker 1: never knew that would be great, he muttered. Wait here,
Speaker 1: Lisa said, as she moved back inside the house. The
Speaker 1: kitchen door opened a little and two bright eyes peered
Speaker 1: around the edge of the door. Can I come out yet, mommy,
Speaker 1: Clarice whispered, Not yet, honey, Mummy's just got to help
Speaker 1: this man and then I'll be back, she said, as
Speaker 1: softly as she could manage. She waited a moment as
Speaker 1: Clarice closed the door before going up to her bedroom
Speaker 1: and opening her closet. Pulling her shoes out, she removed
Speaker 1: the wooden box that had been secreted away and took
Speaker 1: out the selection of watches, before putting them in an
Speaker 1: old rocksack she had bought for Jim but never quite
Speaker 1: made it there. I damn well, hope you're right. I'm
Speaker 1: sorry for this, she whispered, not stopping to look at
Speaker 1: the watches the fear of changing her mind. Stopping at
Speaker 1: a nightstand, she took the fifty dollars she kept in
Speaker 1: case of emergencies and moved quickly through the house, grasping
Speaker 1: the money on rocksack tightly until she faced Chris once again.
Speaker 1: Grabbing both out of her outstretched hands, he put his
Speaker 1: helmet back on put the rucksack in his side bag,
Speaker 1: even without looking at the contents, before starting his engine
Speaker 1: and leaving without a word of thanks. Thanks Lisa for
Speaker 1: giving me the last possessions you have of your dead brother,
Speaker 1: she whispered bitterly as she watched him disappear, turning her
Speaker 1: back as her recent pass left, she now had to
Speaker 1: face her past from a little longer ago. Lifting her head,
Speaker 1: two sparkling eyes watched her curiously from beside the door.
Speaker 1: Stealing herself, Lisa ran up to the door, chasing Clarice
Speaker 1: back into the house, tickling her as she caught up
Speaker 1: with her, ignoring her. Please for mercy, Who is that, mummy,
Speaker 1: she asked between pants as they collapsed on the couch, kickling.
Speaker 1: Just a bad memory, honey, she replied quietly. Is that
Speaker 1: what you wanted to tell me about? Mummy? Clorice asked her,
Speaker 1: face awash with innocence. No, no, it isn't, Lisa sighed, first,
Speaker 1: Mommy needs coffee. I have been working all night, you know.
Speaker 1: Lisa returned to her bedroom closet and retrieved a second box.
Speaker 1: Although smaller, it felt infinitely heavier carrying the weight of
Speaker 1: her past. The smell of freshly brewed coffee washed over
Speaker 1: the house as she placed the box and her coffee
Speaker 1: on the occasional table next to the sofa. The rainbow
Speaker 1: color's hand painted on the box when she was just ten,
Speaker 1: reflected brightly in Clarice's widening eyes, the colors, somehow accentuating
Speaker 1: her growing excitement. Just watching her filled her heart with joy.
Speaker 1: She had such a magical enthusiasm for everything. Softly, Lisa said,
Speaker 1: this is mum's memory box. I made it when I
Speaker 1: wasn't much older than you. You will get to make one,
Speaker 1: and it will be your special box to keep all
Speaker 1: your best memories in the box could have been full
Speaker 1: of gold treasure, and Clarice wouldn't have been more excited,
Speaker 1: her face any more radiant as Lisa lifted the lid
Speaker 1: on her past. Searching through the stacks of photos, Lisa
Speaker 1: carefully selected three she thought would be suitable and passed
Speaker 1: the first to Clarise, who looked at it full of wonder.
Speaker 1: This is Mark. I've told you about him before. He
Speaker 1: would have been your uncle, but he died before you
Speaker 1: were born. As the last words left her lips, a
Speaker 1: wave of gilt washed over her. In her efforts to
Speaker 1: make a new life and forget all the pain she
Speaker 1: had kept, Clorice's family passed away from her. Her parents
Speaker 1: had refused to speak to her after she went to college,
Speaker 1: and she only heard about their passing from an old
Speaker 1: school friend. But just because things didn't work out between
Speaker 1: her and them, was it right to take away the
Speaker 1: opportunity for the Cariice to know more about her past?
Speaker 1: This is Trevor, she said, nervously passing her the next
Speaker 1: photoa for her response. Although Trevor was attractive, he hated
Speaker 1: having his photo taken and growled at anyone brave enough
Speaker 1: to try. This particular photo was of him when he
Speaker 1: didn't know he was being photographed, and wasn't dressed in
Speaker 1: enough leather to give a herd of buffalo nightmares. He
Speaker 1: almost looked human. Who's Trevor, mummy, Glarice asked curiously. He
Speaker 1: was a very good friend of both uncle Mark and me,
Speaker 1: she said, wiping a tear from her eye. The past
Speaker 1: tense had never felt more painful. Is he alive, mummy?
Speaker 1: The innocent question stung at Lisa's heart. Yes he is, honey,
Speaker 1: but he's very ill and mommy's looking after him in
Speaker 1: the hospital, she said, feeling Clorice was of the absolute
Speaker 1: truth after all the vaguity. Can I see him, she asked,
Speaker 1: staring at the ft. Not yet, honey, not until he's better,
Speaker 1: Lisa said, quietly. Cool. I'm going to paint him up
Speaker 1: to look like a lion as well, Clorise said, excitement
Speaker 1: dripping from every word. Lisa could only giggle quietly through
Speaker 1: her tears. Damn, this girl could make her feel happy,
Speaker 1: even at moments like this. Passing her the final voto,
Speaker 1: Lisa hesitated for a moment, letting Clarice digest the image.
Speaker 1: It had been taken at her going away party, well
Speaker 1: the dying moments of it by one of the other
Speaker 1: bikers for a laugh. Lisa loved the photo so much,
Speaker 1: and Trevor never found out it had ever been taken.
Speaker 1: So was he your boyfriend, mummy, Clarice asked, tracing her
Speaker 1: finger softly over the photograph. The photo seemed a lot older,
Speaker 1: having been cried over so many times in the past years.
Speaker 1: Trevor and her were laid on the couch at the
Speaker 1: clubhouse in each other's arms, obviously a little drunk. The
Speaker 1: blanket he had given her draped across them as they kissed,
Speaker 1: still crying, Lisa nodded, saying yes, he was, honey. In fact,
Speaker 1: Lisa paused, taking in her breath to steady her nerves,
Speaker 1: before continuing, he's your daddy. Well, I have a daddy.
Speaker 1: Make him better, mummy, so I can see him. Wiping
Speaker 1: the tears away that now fell freely down her cheeks,
Speaker 1: she simply said, I will, Honey, I've got her daddy,
Speaker 1: Clarice said slowly, her voice full of wonderment. Can I
Speaker 1: call Mandy to tell her we found my daddy? Of course, sweetheart,
Speaker 1: Lisa said quietly. Clorice jumped off the couch and ran
Speaker 1: out of the room in search of her cellphone. Her
Speaker 1: excited voice chimed to the house as she spoke to Mandy.
Speaker 1: Seconds Lisa's phone deemed with a text from Karen, her daddy.
Speaker 1: Not the conversation I was expecting. What about Chris Chris's history,
Speaker 1: Lisa typed. She was sure she could hear the cogs
Speaker 1: of Karen's brain working before the next text appeared a
Speaker 1: minute or so later. The backer that was brought in
Speaker 1: is Clarice's dad, Yes, Lisa responded, Oh shit, girl, we'd
Speaker 1: better get him well. Then the response came back almost immediately.
Speaker 1: Of course, glarse wants to meet him when he's better.
Speaker 1: Lisa replied, I'll check on him extra tonight when I'm
Speaker 1: on shift. Then, thanks, was all Lisa could think to say.
Speaker 1: Karen didn't know their history, and she didn't want her
Speaker 1: to say anything until Lisa was ready. Don't say anything
Speaker 1: about Clarice until I've had a chance to talk to him,
Speaker 1: she typed. Understood Lisa's sighed in relief as she read
Speaker 1: the last reply. At Lisa, that was one potential problem
Speaker 1: out of the way. Clarice came bouncing back into the room,
Speaker 1: excitement exuding from every Poor me and Mandy are going
Speaker 1: to do a daddy party when he gets better. The
Speaker 1: image of Trevor in all his leathers, having his face
Speaker 1: painted like a lion and eating kid's food filled Lisa's mind.
Speaker 1: She could not help but giggle at the thought. That
Speaker 1: would be lovely, honey, He'll enjoy that, she said, lying,
Speaker 1: Tell me everything about Daddy Mummy, Clarice pleaded as she
Speaker 1: sat back on the sofa, pushing herself under Lisa's arms. Initially,
Speaker 1: Lisa struggled to remember family friendly stories about Trevor, but
Speaker 1: once they started flowing, they did not stop until well
Speaker 1: into the evening. Several had to be repair heated at
Speaker 1: length because Clarice found them so funny. Her and Trevor
Speaker 1: had only been together a couple of months, but they
Speaker 1: had managed to fill every day as if it were
Speaker 1: their last, despite her lack of sleep. It was beyond
Speaker 1: dusk when the story's drifted into silence, and Clarice's questions
Speaker 1: were replaced by the gentle breathing, announcing she had finally
Speaker 1: fallen asleep. Suddenly, Lisa felt the tiredness of the day
Speaker 1: gripper and realized she was fighting to keep her eyes open,
Speaker 1: removing the several chip packets that decorated them. Having forgote
Speaker 1: a normal mill, she carried her daughter to bed before
Speaker 1: collapsing on her own bed and wrapping herself in the blanket.
Speaker 1: His arms around me, she thought, as she slid into
Speaker 1: her dreams of tomorrow. The morning came all too quickly.
Speaker 1: Well it wasn't really morning or mid afternoon. At some
Speaker 1: point in time in the night, Clarice had moved into
Speaker 1: the bed to join her. As she was sleeping gently
Speaker 1: in her arms, the blanket wrapped around the both of them.
Speaker 1: Enjoying the tranquility of the moment, Lisa sank into the
Speaker 1: fantasy of having Trevor's arms around them, both protecting them.
Speaker 1: Just a thought of it spread a warm glow over
Speaker 1: her body, a familiar tingle returning between her thighs. Why
Speaker 1: did Clarice have to be here now? Diverting her thoughts,
Speaker 1: she focused on tonight. In just a couple of hours,
Speaker 1: she would be at work, at work in the hospital
Speaker 1: where Trevor was being treated. Granted, he was in a
Speaker 1: different wing to her, away from the chaos of the
Speaker 1: emergency room. His area was quiet and peaceful, designed for
Speaker 1: people to have privacy and recuperate. But she had to
Speaker 1: see him. Damn it, What would she say? How the
Speaker 1: hell would she even introduce the idea of Clarice. Karen
Speaker 1: always had all the answers she would have to ask her,
Speaker 1: she decided and squeezed Clarisse a little tighter, waking her accidentally.
Speaker 1: M'am Clarise complained sleepily, is daddy here? Not yet, honey,
Speaker 1: but real soon, Lisa whispered as she stroked her daughter's
Speaker 1: long hair. Damn, she would find a way to make
Speaker 1: him forgive her, if not for her sake, then for Clarice's.
Speaker 1: Having dropped clorsa Karen's early, knowing Karen would have already
Speaker 1: gone into work as she was on an earlier shift,
Speaker 1: these shift patterns could be a bitch. She drove the
Speaker 1: rest of the journey to work in a trance, her
Speaker 1: mind wrestling with ideas of how to handle Trevor. She
Speaker 1: had nothing. Gliding through the emergency ward, she found her
Speaker 1: locker and mindlessly put away her personal things. Stopping for
Speaker 1: a moment, she thought to herself. Looking back into her purse,
Speaker 1: she took out a solitary photograph and put it in
Speaker 1: the back pocket of her scrubs before closing the locker
Speaker 1: and setting off to find Karen. Eventually finding her in
Speaker 1: the kitchen area drinking tea, she sat down next to her.
Speaker 1: So tell me everything, Karen said, her tone inviting no debate.
Speaker 1: For the next thirty minutes, Lisa told her every sordid
Speaker 1: detail about her and Trevor, before she finally sighed and
Speaker 1: simply said, how do I make him? Forgive me? Karen?
Speaker 1: Karen placed her hand on NISA's squeezing it firmly, stroking
Speaker 1: her wrist affectionately with her thumb, before grinning wildly and saying, Oh,
Speaker 1: I have something that always works. The kitchen was filling
Speaker 1: up with nurses and doctors, so to avoid any embarrassment,
Speaker 1: Karen leaned forward and started whispering. The pair of them
Speaker 1: giggled like schoolgirls as Karen shared her secrets for a
Speaker 1: successful married life. I'll help, Karen eventually said, to which
Speaker 1: Lisa just raised an eyebrow in surprise. What both of us?
Speaker 1: She asked? Why not? He is very injured and you
Speaker 1: will need a hand, Karen said, grinning. Besides, I went
Speaker 1: to college with Teresa, who happens to be on shift tonight,
Speaker 1: and she can make sure we won't be disturbed. The
Speaker 1: pair of them finished their drinks. It was still another
Speaker 1: thirty minutes until Lisa was due on shift, so deciding
Speaker 1: that now was as good a time as any, they
Speaker 1: went in hunt of Trevor, discovering him far end of
Speaker 1: his wing, his bed isolated In private, Karen spoke to Teresa.
Speaker 1: As Lisa watched Trevor nervously, he was definitely asleep. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: Lisa was a wash with concern that they might hurt
Speaker 1: him and that would definitely not be a good way
Speaker 1: to rekindle their romance. Eventually, Karen was back next to
Speaker 1: Lisa and whispered his injuries weren't as bad as he
Speaker 1: initially thought. Apart from his disticated shoulder, he was just
Speaker 1: cut some bruises. We just have to be a little careful.
Speaker 1: But how we're nurses, we can do that, she said,
Speaker 1: as she elbowed her playfully. Do we need to turn
Speaker 1: the heart monitor off? Lisa asked, jeez, go, how good
Speaker 1: are you giggling? Karen just said, you get started. I'll
Speaker 1: keep an eye out, before turning her back on Lisa
Speaker 1: and Trevor. Seeing this strong man laying so prone, sparked
Speaker 1: a protective urge to surge re Lisa, tracing her fingertip
Speaker 1: gently over his wounds. He muttered something incomprehensible in his slumber.
Speaker 1: His body moved under her touch, not as if in pain,
Speaker 1: but more into her fingers in inviting them further. Pushing
Speaker 1: his gown to one side, she could see his beautiful
Speaker 1: cock beginning to swell even in sleep. He wanted her.
Speaker 1: She had seen a few cocks since she gave her
Speaker 1: virginity to this man, but nothing felt like that inside her.
Speaker 1: Her pussy had pined for his cock ever since. Her
Speaker 1: fingertip slowly traced his growing length, gently caressing his tip
Speaker 1: through the material of his boxes. Gently, he moaned as
Speaker 1: his crock throbbed a little harder, tenderly, Lisa slipped his
Speaker 1: growing erection out of his boxes, her fingers circling it,
Speaker 1: grasping it. The memories of that first time she held
Speaker 1: his erection flooded her mind. Her pussy ached with desire
Speaker 1: as she slid her hand up and down his entire length.
Speaker 1: Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, she lowered her mouth,
Speaker 1: kissing every pulsing inch of his manhood. His cock twitched
Speaker 1: as her tongue explored him for the first time, tasting
Speaker 1: the cock she had always wanted. Her pussy throbbed in
Speaker 1: perfect symphony with the pulses trembling through him. His erection
Speaker 1: rose aggressively, wanting more, demanding more. Her lips parted slightly,
Speaker 1: sucking just the very tip of him, Sliding her lips
Speaker 1: just over his cockhead, before circling it with her tongue.
Speaker 1: As his body writhed gently under her oral caress, she
Speaker 1: moaned the pulse of her own desire, escaping her pussy
Speaker 1: and caressing her thighs. Lisa gasped as she suddenly felt
Speaker 1: her hands in the waistband of her scrubs, pulling them
Speaker 1: quickly over the curves of her ass. Karen dropped to
Speaker 1: her knees, pushing her panties to one side as she
Speaker 1: moved the globes of Lisa's ass apart, her tongue teasing
Speaker 1: that sensitive rosette viciously as she whispered, sorry, you just
Speaker 1: look too damn sexy. Doing that, Karen's fingers massaged Lisa's folds,
Speaker 1: stroking them with increasing passion. Leita could do nothing but
Speaker 1: moan as Karen's fingers explored the entrance to her sex,
Speaker 1: her finger now teasing her swollen clit. Suort had spoken
Speaker 1: on this in drunken moments. Karen had even confessed once
Speaker 1: that she would love to try something with Lisa, but
Speaker 1: still it was a surprise of the wave of pleasures
Speaker 1: it created. Lisa's pussy clutched along her fingers grasping, wanting
Speaker 1: more as she stroked the walls of her pussy, discovering
Speaker 1: that one velvety patch that did nothing but filled Lisa's
Speaker 1: mind with lustful thoughts. As she pushed her pussy back
Speaker 1: with urgency onto Karen's thrusting fingers. Lisa could feel the
Speaker 1: vibrations of her moans pulsing in Trevor's cock as he
Speaker 1: pushed into her mouth. Even in sleep, his passion was intense,
Speaker 1: sliding her lips up and down his length, her fingers
Speaker 1: finding his tightening balls, massaging them. Her own body was
Speaker 1: trembling on the verge of the precipice as a tip
Speaker 1: of Karen's tongue flicked along the folds of her pussy,
Speaker 1: the heat of her breath scorching Lisa's sex as Karen's
Speaker 1: thumb rubbed over Lisa's cl forcing her knees to tremble. Fuck.
Speaker 1: She was coming. She didn't plan on it this way.
Speaker 1: She gagged a little as Trevor's cock found a throat,
Speaker 1: her moan stifled by his swollen erection filling her mouth
Speaker 1: as a wave of pleasure exploded through her body, lifting
Speaker 1: her head as Karen's fingers dropped from a still trembling pussy.
Speaker 1: She turned, gasping slightly. I want him inside me, she
Speaker 1: whispered as she stared into Karen's eyes, before leaning in
Speaker 1: and kissing her deeply, their tongue sharing Lisa's pleasure. Karen's
Speaker 1: hand rose to her breast, squeezing it tightly through a
Speaker 1: scrubs jacket, before pulling her lips away from Lisa's. She
Speaker 1: pointed to the lifting pole over the bed. A handle
Speaker 1: dangled from it, designed to support patients in need, and
Speaker 1: Lisa was definitely in need. It's a monkey pole there,
Speaker 1: Karen said, grinning. Stepping out of her scrub hants, Lisa
Speaker 1: grasped the handle, lifting herself up toward the bed, Karen's
Speaker 1: hands supporting her ass and guiding her as she lowered
Speaker 1: herself over Trevor, her knees spreading either side of him,
Speaker 1: careful not to press on anywhere that might hurt him.
Speaker 1: She eventually found the edge of the bed, hold onto
Speaker 1: the handling case. Karen whispered, her hands grasping the overhead
Speaker 1: handle tightly. She moved her hips slowly, trying to move
Speaker 1: her pussy into position over his waiting cock. Karen sighed
Speaker 1: and said, let me help her hand grasping Trevor's throbbing erection,
Speaker 1: she stroked it as she whispered, Oh, he does feel good,
Speaker 1: much better than James's hands off, that's mine, Lisa replied curtly,
Speaker 1: just giggled as her rather hand massaged Lisa's faulds, parting them,
Speaker 1: pressing Trevor's cock where it needed to be. As Lisa
Speaker 1: lowered herself on to his waiting erection, Karen's fingers lingered
Speaker 1: on her clip, rubbing it as Lisa's pussy stretched around
Speaker 1: his gurth, forcing a deep moan from Lisa's mouth. Slowly,
Speaker 1: Lisa lifted herself up and down on the lifting pole,
Speaker 1: the length of Trevor's hard cock filling her pushing along
Speaker 1: the walls of her pussy, sending bolts of electricity ricocheting
Speaker 1: through her. Lissa's body trembled with the slow build up
Speaker 1: of an intense orgasm. Karen lifted Lisa's scrubs jacket and
Speaker 1: eased her breast out of the entrapment of her bra,
Speaker 1: her tongue circling her wrecked pink knub before sucking it
Speaker 1: between her teeth, sending a wildfire of uncontrollable desire cascading
Speaker 1: down Lisa's body. Her pussy grasped his cock as her
Speaker 1: needs swelled inside. Suddenly, strong fingers grasped her ass, tightly
Speaker 1: holding her as Trevor thrust deep inside he is of
Speaker 1: unfulfilled need swamped their bodies as his cock pulsed harder
Speaker 1: and harder. That beautiful intensity burned in his eyes, just
Speaker 1: the same as it had all those years ago. He
Speaker 1: growled in that perfect way that took her straight back
Speaker 1: to the river. Her body trembled as he thrust with
Speaker 1: urgent need, the sound of his pleasure vibrating deep inside her.
Speaker 1: Lisa clung to the handle, desperate not to hurt him,
Speaker 1: as her orgasm exploded, forcing her to bite on her
Speaker 1: arms to suppress a moans. As a pussy continued to
Speaker 1: grasp his cock hungrily, forcing that beautiful eruption of his
Speaker 1: cum deep inside, his grouse subsiding into moan and then pants.
Speaker 1: Karen moved her hands up Lisa's body, helping her to
Speaker 1: lower it gently into Trevor's waiting arms. I'll leave you
Speaker 1: two to it, she said, as she turned to the left. Well,
Speaker 1: that was a good way to say hi, He said quietly, Trevor,
Speaker 1: there is so much I have to say, so much
Speaker 1: I need to apologize for so many ways I treated
Speaker 1: you badly. But I have only got a few minutes
Speaker 1: before my shift starts. Sheelbait. I'm a little too old
Speaker 1: and too experienced to expect much from a teenager with
Speaker 1: a head full of dreams. Come back later after your
Speaker 1: shift and we can talk. There's something else. I'm just
Speaker 1: going to say it, and if you can't accept it,
Speaker 1: then i'll understand. Just say it already, Trevor whispered, how
Speaker 1: do you feel about kids? I love kids. She's never
Speaker 1: been in a position to have them, but we'd have
Speaker 1: to be quick. I'm not exactly getting any younger. Gently
Speaker 1: sliding off the bed and putting her scrubpants back on,
Speaker 1: she whispered too late. As she retrieved the photo from
Speaker 1: her back pocket, She handed it to Trevor and turned
Speaker 1: to leave. I'll be back later, she called, back, walking
Speaker 1: down the corridor, the warm caress of their mutual pleasure
Speaker 1: teasing her thighs, grinning wildly. Trevor looked at the photo.
Speaker 1: Just as cute as your mum, he whispered, as he
Speaker 1: placed it on the nightstand and returned to sleep. So
Speaker 1: that brings our little story to an end, but until
Speaker 1: next week when we can get wild in bed all
Speaker 1: over again with another story. This is Devil and Wild,
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