I sit on the chair again. Nurse will be here soon.Nurse is here.She is shouting at me because her hat and coat are wet and she has to get them off.I h...ve to help her but the wet coat makes me have to pee pee real bad.I hold the big coat with my hands and it is very heavy so I have to use both my hands. When I get her hat I have to hold the coat tight to my chest and that makes all the rain water get into my clothes. My pee pee starts.Nurse sees what I am doing and gets real mad at me.She uses. . Just shut up. You see? You should've brought your book.And I walked back into town, back to Wuxtry where I would sometimes hang out when I had nothing else better to do. Hell, everyone else in town did it, why not the employees? Celia was the first to notice me there. "You know," she sneered. "It's really sad when you're here and you're not getting paid for it."I blinked slowly and chuckled through my nose. "Tell me about it." She laughed and began to walk back into the office when she turned. "Don't look around!" he said sharply as I strained to look over my shoulder, so reluctantly I turned my gaze to the front. Some cold lubricant trickled between my buttocks, and I shivered, and then sighed as I felt one of his fingers, about twice the size of mine, spread it around my hole.When it slipped inside I closed my eyes, concentrating entirely on the digit prodding through my sphincter and I whispered a gentle "yeah", glad that two weeks previously I'd had Patrick in there to loosen me. And I discovered that she was something I had never seen in a girl as beautiful as her — Aimee was shy. She fumbled with her fingers, never raised her voice and often looked down. Her complexion was too dark to see if she blushed, but I am certain she often did. Another remarkable thing was the formal and conservative way she dressed. She often wore Chanel-type suits that should have been on elderly Washington politicians' wives and wealthy grannies. Her skirts hardly ever left her knees free,.