And every morning and evening we would have a small talk. I learned that she was married and had a little kid. Her daughter was a real, little brat, ...hirteen years old, with trouble written all over her. Gina had a hard time controlling her, but her husband took care of that. Gina didn’t have to say anything. I met the guy a couple of times and, although I hate to judge people and try not to be prejudiced, this guy was too obvious. Long, greasy hair, arms covered with old school tattoos and a. ...not for long."Hearing this I jumped butt-naked out of bed and walked over to my startled lover. "You're right Mrs. G. Not for long, and I'm just glad you're wearing my marks below your clothes."Carmen gasped and turned towards me. But she didn't say anything as she seemed mesmerized by huge hard-on. My voyeur perspective had made me real hard and my huge cock swayed proudly in front of me as I walked to my married lover. "Blow me before you have to leave for school," I demanded. Carmen just. This time I began to pull her shirt out of her skirt that it was neatly tucked into. Once free I was able to run my hands up her back. I had to have her, and I had to have her now. I grabbed the top of her skirt and pulled it down until it fell to the floor of its own free will. I grabbed her small tight ass and gave it a squeeze.I pushed her slowly backwards towards the wall while still keeping our mouths clamped to each other. She hit the wall and I pushed myself right up to her. She. This was her first dead body. Rita left her to do the paperwork and morgue care - a learning experience.Walking back into the unit, she gave the all clear to the other two nurses and they quickly returned to their own little worlds. Rita checked on Ralph, 86 year old with pneumonia on a vent. His family was of the 'save him at any cost' variety and so they were keeping him from his inevitable end. Sad from Rita's point of view. Next she headed into George's room. Now George was a whole.