”“Ahhhh, Nurse Ratched.”Lisa reacted to his taunt. “You know very well it’s Nurse Taggart, and I’ll remember your remark the next time I h...ve to give you an enema.”Dave stood and gave Lisa a hug to counter his sarcastic remark. Lisa was anything but a Nurse Ratched. She was a very pretty forty-year-old with light brunette hair. She was trim, but the scrubs he’d seen her in previously hid all of her assets that had now mostly been revealed. This time she was in ‘civilian’ clothes: she had. Melinda and Sandra's friends mingled and walked behind them both, and even the few neutral classmates joined them. All of them felt some tension hanging in the air, as if this would be a turning point for them all.When Melinda, Sandra and all their classmates walked into the courtyard, Laura immediately noticed that something was going on. She had been waiting for Sandra, because she wanted to have a private conversation with her, but it seemed that she would have to wait until later in the. After completing the request, he stepped out into the chilly evening air. He grabbed his black faux-leather jacket from the seat and put it on. Underneath, he wore a 3XL navy button down shirt that was untucked. Nate also had on a pair of relaxed fit dark blue Nautica jeans and brown Polo Ralph Lauren penny loafers.The former high school football standout and current gym rat checked his back pocket to make sure he had his wallet. It was there. He had taken a quick trip down the street to the. As she let go, the movements became slightly firmer, tracing tense muscles on the one hand and caressing newly-discovered erogenous zones on the other. Her limbs relaxed but the sensations built. A hand would flow down her back and caress a buttock before kneading the slightly tense muscle in her thigh, while the other hand could caress the nape of her neck and then rub a thumb gently over her lips. And always that mouth sucking on her nipple, gently and insistently, lighting a slow fire in her.