The patients were going through let-down. Santa had come yesterday, but they were still locked into the same beds with (for some of them) the same tub...s in their arms. The staff all felt put-upon. The only nurses on duty were those without the seniority to miss it. The longest days, however, end. Six o’clock came, and Diane stopped at the nurse’s station to pocket a half-dozen alcohol swabs. In her room, she draped her stethoscope around her neck, put on her evening-out makeup, got into her. She wasn’t done with him yet. Thank God. What was a man to do when a gorgeous, sexy woman stroked him? Why, stroke back, of course! He began by stroking with his tongue, using it to open her lips and taste her sweetness once again. Then he allowed his hands to do some stroking of their own. Her breasts were a nearly perfect fit for his hands, and as he was a boob guy, he enjoyed the chance to rub them, to make her nipples hard by running his thumbs around them. He heard her slight moan and. ‘Old No-balls is really likely to bother the Lieutenant with this.’ So, as the large truck rumbled away, I stowed my gear on the side of the road and assumed a position in the middle of the intersection. After about forty-five minutes of no more activity that that provided by blue jays and the occasional squirrel, I decided to just sit on a stump and wait for…whatever. Another two hours went by uneventfully, and I had taken to watching the gathering storm clouds as a diversion. As they. You were both red headed, lithe, and had green eyes. That's where things differed though. You wore your hair short in a cute little bob, and she wore her's longer. You tended to be more outspoken, and she tended to be a snob. You were a tom boy, wearing jeans and shorts, and she was rather girly, almost always wearing a skirt or dress of some sort. There was something else different about you that no one else seemed to know. You were a raging lesbian. You had had sex with guys before, but girls.