He was an ok guy I guess. Didn't really bother anyone unless he had to. We would chat in passing. He invited me to hang out and get some beers a cou...le times but I never accepted. He would give me this look sometimes. I knew there was something more to that look. And it turned me on for some reason. I was never turned on by a guy before. He had this cocky brash yet mature attitude that I liked. After talking I would imagine myself being taken control of by him. But at the time I would never. There were three of us nurses and we never failed to impress the copter jockeys with our ability to hoist and lift two hundred pound men like they were kiddies on a playground. The chopper pilot jumped from his cockpit. ‘Whoa there, people! I ain’t got room for six stretchers.’ ‘You can’t leave ’em here,’ Ventura insisted. ‘I’ve already got two on board,’ the pilot argued. ‘We can stand two guys up if we have to,’ I offered. ‘We’ll try,’ the pilot agreed. We fitted two standers and three. I rode the four blocks to the Diner. The first thing I noticed was that Betty was wearing a sweat vest. The sweat vest was a term I might have invented. It was a baggy sweat shirt with the sleeves chopped off completely. Betty wore one of those when she wanted to hide the colt 1911.45 pistol’s handle in her butt holster. Her butt holster fit inside her waist band. She had the thin leather covered with one of the sweat shirt sleeves for comfort.Since I was in my navy blue fatigues, I wore my .38. Then his hands roamed down to my private again and he slowly stuck his fingers in once more. When would this end? Hadn't he had enough? This time he spread his four fingers inside of me, pressing against my walls, expanding in me. It was painful and made my stomach lurch from the intrusion. Then he was gone again. I let out a breath, realizing I was sweating from his use of me and the heat of the blanket. Thats when I felt something cold and smooth against the entrance of my pussy. I opened my.