I started with 'Rhapsody in Blue', it seemed fitting somehow andthen went straight into 'Summertime', 'My Man's Gone Now' and'I've got a Crush on You....'Not bad,' I murmured to myself, 'I seem to have a slightlydifferent touch, must be the fingernails.'In quick succession I played 'I've Got You Under My Skin','Embraceable You' and the other songs on the list Heather hadhanded me.Mrs Robinson bustled in with a tray. 'I made you a spot of tea,'she explained, smiling.'Oh, you shouldn't have, Mrs. While I ate I read the box scores from the sports page as was my habit when I worked the four-to-midnight shift. ‘Do you mind if I join you?’ asked a toffee-colored nurse. She was dressed in white scrubs. Looking up from my paper, I replied, ‘Wouldn’t you rather sit with your own kind?’ ‘You mean black folks, cracker?’ she snapped. Her voice hardened with irritation. I answered with a chuckle, ‘Nope, other nurses.’ ‘Oh,’ she sighed looking at several neighboring tables occupied by nurses. He is beautiful in that moment. What does he want? Our conversation swings from his business to me undressing, taking orders from him, to me offering my own knowledge of the psychology of people. It's an interesting scene where we both know a sexual event will occur for the trading of money yet we're talking about business like two casual friends, or perhaps two lovers who enjoy each other in mutual respect. I kneel before him, thankful that he's considerate of my well being to have me put a. The five of them collapsed on the sheets, a mass of naked, stinking damp bodies, slightly chilled by the plastic underneath and clinging to each other for the warmth of their bodies, shivering from the cooling urine. Samantha did what she could to keep it going a bit longer. She passed around the beers and the friends settled together, cross-legged or on top of each other, drinking quickly and making incoherent conversation. As always, Eliza rested her face on Samantha’s damp bare thighs,.