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Take Two Nurses and Call Me in the Morning
by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)

***

Room after room offered women in outrageous nurse 
costumes and the male patients who loved them for it. 
More than once she saw sperm samples taken by hand (at 
least that was what it looked like). In one room 
Stanton saw the nurse costume lie crumpled atop a blue 
suit on the floor, but saw no people. In another she 
saw the people fucking like minks. (MF, orgy)

***

Gerald Maytag sat on the examination table with his 
legs hanging over the edge, swinging back and forth. An 
attractive receptionist had led him to the room and 
left him there, telling him someone would be with him 
momentarily. Annoying as the wait was, at least she 
hadn't asked him to change into one of those ugly blue 
gowns that left the backside naked. 

Momentarily, someone did arrive. She had frizzy blond 
hair, brown eyes, and wore glossy red lipstick, but 
Maytag's attention was drawn to the generous display of 
cleavage provided by a white cotton lab coat at least 
one size too small, with its top buttons undone, 
probably to allow her to breathe. A name tag to the 
right of her impressive decolletage read "Biggle", but 
it went unread by Maytag until she spoke. 

"I'm Nurse Biggle," she said with a Carolina accent 
with enough heat to smoke baby back ribs. "How ya doin' 
today, honey?" 

"Fine," Maytag said. She was close enough to him now 
that he could smell a hint of perfume, and could make 
out a freckle or two on her chest. 

"Well, this checkup should go just peachy, then," she 
replied. "Gerald, we have a prospective employee with 
us today, would you mind terribly if she assisted me?" 

"No, no, not at all." 

Nurse Biggle smiled radiantly. "That's mighty kind of 
you, sugar." 

She turned around to walk to the door. Maytag then saw 
her sling-backed white high-heeled shoes, and the white 
hose with backstitching that ran straight up her supple 
legs to the hem of her lab coat. As she walked to the 
door, Maytag noted that the hose seemed to thicken just 
as they reached the bottom of the lab coat. They 
couldn't possibly be stockings instead of pantyhose, 
Maytag though to himself. Could they? 

Interrupting his musings, Nurse Biggle spoke as she 
opened the door.

"Gerald, this is Nurse Stanton." 

Blue eyes wide with surprise and feigned innocence, 
Heather Stanton entered the room. Maytag was even more 
surprised by Stanton's appearance. Her long dark hair 
was tied atop her head and partially hidden by a white 
cap decorated with a red cross. She wore a lab coat 
that displayed her breasts as prominently as Nurse 
Biggle's, and gathered in the middle to accentuate her 
slim waist. Her legs were bare, however. White cotton 
socks barely covered her ankles, and she wore simple 
white sneakers with a slight rise in the heel. 

"Uh, hi," was all Maytag could manage to say. 

"Hello," Stanton said flatly in return. 

Nurse Biggle noticed Maytag's discomfort. "Oh, honey, 
it's OK. Everyone's a little nervous the first time 
they visit us! But don't worry, we don't bite---at 
least, not hard!" She winked at Maytag. "Nurse Stanton, 
could you grab the stethoscope from that cabinet behind 
you?" 

Stanton returned to her senses. "Certainly," she said. 
The wall opposite Maytag and the exam table held a 
stainless steel sink, a counter top, and above that, a 
set of shelves. Stanton walked over and opened the 
shelves. There was hardly anything on the shelf at eye 
level, but on the shelf above she spotted a pink 
plastic hose belonging to a stethoscope. 

Maytag watched Stanton reach for the instrument. As her 
arms went above shoulder level, they lifted the white 
lab coat. The hemline rose above the tops of her 
thighs, and Maytag caught a glimpse of shiny white 
satin panties. He shifted his gaze quickly and Nurse 
Biggle saw the quick slight turn of his head. Device in 
hand, Stanton lowered her arms. 

"Be a dear and grab the tongue depressors while you're 
there, Nurse Stanton," Biggle instructed with her 
honey-coated Southern drawl. 

Again Stanton faced away from the patient. The tongue 
depressors were on the top shelf, and she had to stand 
on her tip toes and reach high above her head to grab 
them. The motion exposed even more of her backside, and 
one could see how the elastic sides of her satin 
panties had slipped along the smooth round surface of 
her ass and converged toward the middle. That is, if 
one was looking. Maytag wasn't. 

"We have male nurses working her, too, if that would be 
more to your liking, Gerald," said Nurse Biggle. 

Clutching the jar of tongue depressors, Stanton looked 
back at Maytag with one raised eyebrow. Maytag glanced 
at Stanton, then back to Biggle. "No, this is fine," he 
said. 

"So you're just a little shy then?" Biggle asked. 

"Yeah, that's it," Maytag agreed. 

"Well, don't be, love. We can't evaluate your health 
needs if you aren't open with us." 

"I'll try." 

Stanton stood in front of Maytag, set to check his 
pulse. It afforded him a point blank view of her 
cleavage. For instance, it was clear that, unlike 
Biggle, Stanton had no freckles on her breasts. Maytag 
looked back at Biggle and smiled uncomfortably. 

"Something wrong, Gerald?" she asked. 

Maytag shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it would help if 
there wasn't someone watching me." 

"That's better," Biggle said with an approving nod. "It 
helps if you're open with us. I'll be back in a jiffy." 

Both Maytag and Stanton watched as she left the room. 
After the door shut, Stanton slapped Maytag across the 
chest with the back of her hand. 

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. 

"When your audio went dead I decided I needed to come 
in the clinic and take a look around." 

"I ditched the wire when I realized they wanted me to 
get changed into this outfit," she said, gesturing at 
her skimpy lab coat. 

"Yeah," Maytag said slowly. "That's a real nice hat you 
have there." 

"Very funny, Maytag. Now, what are we going to do?" 

"About what?" 

"About this! This is the only health clinic I've heard 
of that has sperm donors pay them rather than the other 
way around. We're supposed to be investigating the 
clinic, not each other. You'll pardon me for not 
wanting to collect evidence, or anything else for that 
matter, from you." 

"Well, I'm sorry if I offend you," Maytag said. 

"Dammit, Maytag, you know I don't mean it like that. 
It's just...you know. I mean, it's not as if you were 
exactly comfortable in here a few minutes ago." 

"True," Maytag admitted. "So what do we do?" 

Stanton scratched her head, careful not to knock her 
cap out of place. "I'm supposed to fill out your chart. 
Let's do that and then play it by ear." 

"Make sure to drop the chart a few times. Maybe the pen 
every once in a while, too." 

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying this, Maytag," Stanton 
said. "But you do have a point." She undid two more 
buttons on her lab coat. The center clasp of her bra 
was in plain sight. "I might as well look like I'm 
doing my job." 

When Biggle returned, Stanton handed her the clipboard. 
Ignoring that for a moment, Biggle fixed her gaze on 
Stanton's bra. "Everything alright, Nurse Stanton?" 

"Everything's fine," Stanton said coquettishly. "This 
just popped open while I was working and I haven't had 
time to fix it yet." 

"Of course, darlin'. And the patient?" Biggle glanced 
at the chart. 

"Seems healthy," Stanton said. 

"In every way?" Biggle asked. 

Stanton looked confused. Biggle stepped over to Maytag. 
Without warning, the blonde nurse thrust her hand in 
his crotch and fondled his package. 

Biggle looked at Stanton, her tight uniform halfway 
undone, her toned legs crossed one in front of the 
other like a trained spokesmodel. She looked back at 
Maytag and moved her face by his shoulder. 

He could smell her perfume again, and felt a curly 
strand of hair graze his cheek. Her warm moist breath 
brushed the side of his neck as she whispered. "Are you 
sure you aren't gay, Gerald?" 

"No, I'm straight," he whispered under his breath. 

Biggle moved from his shoulder and looked him in the 
eye. She considered him a moment. 

"Really," Maytag insisted. 

"OK, sugar. It's time you talked to the doctor." 

Nurse Biggle and prospective employee Stanton left the 
room. Maytag let out a long sigh, then walked over to 
the sink to get himself a glass of water. The room had 
turned very warm, and his mouth very dry. 

Not long after that, the door opened again, and in 
walked a man in gray pinstriped slacks, white button-
down shirt, and blue silk necktie, covered by a white 
lab coat both looser and longer than what Biggle and 
Stanton were wearing. 

"Hello, Gerald, I'm Doctor Havelock." The two shook 
hands. 

"Doctor," Maytag greeted him equally. 

"Gerald, Nurse Biggle said you might have been a little 
uncomfortable during the exam. I apologize. But a lot 
of our patients seem to like our approach, and we find 
it's a good way to distinguish people with real 
problems. Handing out Viagra prescriptions may be a 
good moneymaker, but we want to make sure people need 
it. And Nurse Biggle is convinced you're a good 
candidate." 

Maytag nodded his head. 

"So I want you to take this," Havelock said. He handed 
him a small blue pill and went to the sink to fetch a 
cup of water. "We'll observe your reaction to determine 
if we can help you with therapy here." 

"OK, Doctor." Maytag popped the pill in his mouth and 
washed it down. 

"Someone will be in shortly to check on you." The 
doctor turned to leave. "Oh, do you have any requests 
about who comes to look in on you?" 

"A blonde," Maytag said, in hopes of averting another 
meeting with Stanton. 

The doctor smiled. "Anything else? Do you have tastes 
in clothing? Fishnets, leather, latex?" 

"Latex?" Maytag asked. This hardly seemed a normal 
question to be asked by a doctor, but this was hardly a 
normal clinic. 

"Latex it is," said the good doctor, and walked out 
before Maytag could say anything else. 

Meanwhile, Nurse Biggle and trainee Stanton had seen 
two more patients, and both were more openly approving 
of Stanton's little white uniform. They weren't shy 
about watching her reach up or bend over to grab 
supplies from cabinets, and they displayed fully 
healthy responses to Stanton's examinations. One of 
them was even cute, Stanton thought to herself.

Next, Nurse Biggle had them stop for coffee. They were 
just beginning to make small talk when one of the 
doctors, in pinstriped trousers and a blue tie, poked 
his head in on them. 

"Excuse me, Nurse Biggle," he said. 

"Doctor Havelock," Biggle answered. "This is Nurse 
Stanton, a prospective." 

"Charmed." Havelock said briefly. "Nurse Biggle, the 
patient in S-4 is undergoing the p-test. Please use the 
latex gear and then report the test findings to me." 

"Certainly, Doctor," she answered easily. 

"Thank you. Nice meeting you, Nurse Stanton." 

Stanton nodded her head in response. She recognized S-4 
as the room Gerry was in, but she had no idea what the 
p-test or latex gear was. "Do the room names start with 
'S' because of the street level?" 

"The 'S' stands for 'straight', honey. Upstairs is 'G' 
for 'guess-what'. Those patients really like their 
butter and jam separate, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh, I see," Stanton replied. 

"I'm so sorry, honey, but I'm going to have to leave 
for a bit. Finish your coffee and feel free to look 
around. I'll meet you here in about forty-five minutes 
or so." 

* * * 

Maytag waited for the pill to take effect. Would his 
dick simply swell up a bit and respond quickly to 
stimulus? Maybe it provoked a spontaneous erection, an 
instant rush of blood to his hose and a quick 
stiffening. Whatever, he was resolved not to touch it, 
and instead to let the drug work on its own. 

As if on cue, his thoughts were interrupted again. The 
door swung open and in came Nurse Biggle. Her frizzy 
flaxen hair still hung loose and her lips were painted 
the same shiny red, but her lab coat was gone. In its 
place was a tight-fitting dress with a dull shine, the 
same color green as surgical scrubs. A small white 
collar ran halfway around the neck of the dress, and 
the white trimmed neckline opened to a square shape 
that exposed the top half of Biggle's voluminous 
breasts. The short dress ended high on her thigh and 
confirmed Maytag's earlier suspicion: Biggle wore 
thigh-high stockings. The lacy elastic tops of the 
stockings bordered a small sliver of bare flesh visible 
below the bottom of the dress. 

"Is this more to your liking?" Biggle asked. 

"You look stunning," Maytag replied. 

"Why, baby, isn't that nice of you to say," She walked 
slowly to the exam table and Maytag's eyes followed her 
as she moved. 

"I heard you took a pill," she said. Her face was close 
to Maytag's. He gazed at her shiny red lips. 

Maytag swallowed. "That's right." 

"Do you think you'll need any help when it kicks in?" 
Biggle gently placed a hand on his thigh. Maytag looked 
down at the short fingernails painted the same red as 
her lips. She leaned into his ear and her floral 
perfume invaded his nose again. A slap across the face 
couldn't have been stronger. 

"I think it's starting to kick in now," Maytag said. 

Biggle ran her hand up his thigh and to his crotch. She 
took hold of his sack, and then moved to his member, 
quickly shifting and turning itself over in his pants. 

"I think you're right, Gerald," Nurse Biggle whispered. 
Maytag felt the warm wet tip of her tongue glide over 
his earlobe and into his ear. 

Biggle gripped his nascent erection and gave it a short 
stroke. She moved her lips over his earlobe, then 
kissed his temple. She planted a soft kiss on his 
eyebrow, then moved down to his lips. Maytag's cock 
leaped in his pants. 

"I felt that," Biggle said teasingly, and looked at 
Maytag with laughing eyes. 

"Good drug," Maytag said. 

"The best." Biggle closed her eyes and tilted her head, 
pushing her lips against Maytag's mouth. He found her 
bottom lip with his and sucked hard on it before 
kissing her mouth fully and sliding his tongue inside 
to meet hers. Maytag slid his hands over her dress. It 
fit her like a second skin, and it gripped back at his 
hands in the same way. 

Their lips parted company, and they paused to catch 
their breath. 

"What is this?" Maytag asked, running a thumb across 
the shoulder of her dress. 

"Latex, silly," Biggle answered before kissing him 
again. 

Her fingers deftly untucked Maytag's shirt, loosened 
his pants, unzipped him, and slid her hand through the 
fly of his boxers. Stiff and warm, his cock pushed 
against one side of his undershorts, and Biggle 
struggled to maneuver it through the opening while 
kissing at the same time. 

"Mmmmmmm," Maytag moaned quietly. He groaned again when 
her face dropped from his lips down to his crotch. With 
one motion her mouth enveloped his shaft. His cotton 
shorts brushed against her cheeks as she sucked his 
cock. 

Biggle moved her head out of Maytag's lap, and his cock 
fell out of her mouth with a plopping sound. "I think 
we need to get you out of those clothes," she said. 

Maytag smiled and pulled his shirt off. Biggle purred 
appreciatively and moved her painted nails through the 
soft curls under his navel and then onto his chest. 

"Not bad," she said. 

"There's a gym where I work out," Maytag said, 
grinning. He kicked his shoes off and Biggle pulled his 
pants away from his legs. "Aren't you still a little 
too dressed?"

"Me?" Biggle asked. She ran a hand across her chest and 
down the tight-fitting dress. "I thought I'd leave this 
on. Besides," she added, slightly rolling up the bottom 
of the dress to reveal the carefully trimmed light-
colored curls of her bush, "there's really nothing in 
the way." 

"No, there isn't," Maytag agreed. He held out his hands 
to bring her up on the exam table. 

"One second," she said, heading to the cabinets. 

"What?" Maytag asked. 

"I'm just getting a little lube," Biggle answered. 

"I'll take care of that," Maytag said. 

Biggle smiled. "Alright. I believe you will." Maytag 
swung his legs up to lie flat on his back. She crawled 
up on the table and straddled his chest. "Yes, I 
believe you will." 

Maytag took hold of her ass with both hands. He 
relished the feel of those solid buns wrapped in smooth 
tight latex and kept his hands there after he pushed 
her pussy up to his face and started to lick her creamy 
slit. Using lube must have been a habit, Maytag 
thought, because she certainly didn't need it. His 
tongue moved easily between her puffy lips and inside 
her pink crease. Her stockinged calves rubbed against 
the sides of his chest and tickled him. He moved one 
hand off of her firm ass to reach down and massage her 
calf. Maytag looked up as he licked her cunt and 
watched her chest heave as she breathed. Biggle's tits 
strained against the latex, and Maytag wished for a 
second set of hands. 

"Ooooh, baby, that's nice," Biggle said. Maybe she gets 
a kinky thrill out of wearing latex herself, Maytag 
thought. He imagined her carefully covering her upper 
body with talc, alone in the dressing room, rolling the 
dress down her body and feeling it grip her like a 
thousand tiny hands. I'll bet that quickens her pulse, 
Maytag thought momentarily as he continued licking her 
pussy. He knew that if he kept at it she was bound to 
come all over him.

"That's so good, Gerald," she said. 

Maytag preferred Gerry, but it was tough to complain 
about his current situation. He grabbed a handful of 
ass, and swirled his tongue around her rigid little 
clit. Maytag moved his hand from Nurse Biggle's calf 
and moved his thumb over her knee, and then his palm 
over the bumpy surface of her stocking tops. He felt 
her thigh, which was covered with a thin film of 
perspiration. The outfit had to be hot. 

Biggle began to rock on his mouth, pushing her pussy 
down on his tongue. Maytag knew she was reaching her 
peak and he tried to match her thrusts with flicks of 
his tongue. He looked up and saw her nipples had 
hardened and poked out against the taut green layer of 
latex. He moved his free hand up to her chest to 
squeeze her tits as he licked. 

"Oh, Gerald! Oh, God, that's good!" Biggle took in a 
breath as she said the word good, so that it sounded 
like "guh-hid." She gripped his hair with her fingers 
and held tight as she started to come. "So guh-hid!" 

Biggle's back stiffened as her orgasm burst through her 
body. Maytag moved his tongue rapidly over her button 
and gripped her ass to keep her pussy firmly on his 
mouth. "Oh, that's guh-hid!" 

When the throes of her climax finally subsided, Nurse 
Biggle leaned down and planted a kiss on Maytag's lips. 
"You smell like pussy," she said, giggling. 

"You smell delicious," Maytag said. 

"I think I'm nice and wet now." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Oh, I'm pretty sure. We can check, though." Biggle 
moved her knees back along Maytag's sides, one after 
the other. When she felt his prick she lifted herself 
and took his cock in her hand. Then she sat back down 
on it. Her slick lips swallowed his rod, first the 
pointed tip, and then the solid shaft, all the way to 
the base. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Maytag cried out. 

"Close! My first name is Jennifer." 

Nurse Jennifer Biggle bounced up and down on Maytag's 
cock like a pogo stick. He took hold of one buttock, 
one breast, and held on for the ride. And what a ride 
it was. Nurse Biggle even supplied a soundtrack. 

"Oh, that cock feels so good, Gerald! Oh, Gerald! So 
guh-hid!" 

Maytag recognized that sound. Nurse Biggle seemed to be 
enjoying the ride as much as he was. 

"So guh-hid!" 

Biggle's bouncing went from a steady beat to something 
more erratic. Maytag shifted both hands to her waist 
and guided her up and down his shaft. Biggle continued 
to moan and then he felt her cunt tighten on his cock. 
The grip released but returned again just as hard. 
Maytag lost control and his upper body jerked forward 
as he came. 

"That's guh-hid!" 

Biggle squeezed the cum from his cock as her pussy 
tightened with the crests of her climax. Maytag rolled 
his head back and forth in pleasure. 

"Oh, Jesu---Oh, Jennifer!" he called. 

Slowly the two returned to a state of calm. Maytag let 
go of her waist when he could no longer concentrate. 
His hands rested on her thighs, and he stroked them 
lightly. 

"That was wonderful," Nurse Biggle said. 

"You can say that again. Those pills really work." 

Biggle laughed. "You mean the placebo worked?" 

"That was just a placebo?" Maytag asked. 

"Uh-huh." 

"So I guess I'm cured." 

"Oh, I don't know," she said lightly. "You should 
always come back for regular check-ups." 

* * * 

Heather Stanton thought about wandering on the G floor 
and seeing just how things worked down there but 
thought better of it. She could hardly be inconspicuous 
dressed as she was and she didn't want to set off any 
alarms. Instead she wandered around the S floor, poking 
her head in here and there. Everywhere except S-4, that 
is. 

Room after room offered women in outrageous nurse 
costumes and the male patients who loved them for it. 
More than once she saw sperm samples taken by hand (at 
least that was what it looked like). In one room 
Stanton saw the nurse costume lie crumpled atop a blue 
suit on the floor, but saw no people. In another she 
saw the people fucking like minks, but no sign of their 
clothes (unless you counted her garter and the white 
fishnet stockings). That scene was repeated in room 
after room, with various styles and amounts of 
undergarments. It was outrageous. Amusingly enough, her 
little white uniform gave her freedom to roam about. No 
one minded when she walked in, and more than once she 
was invited to join in the action. The temptation grew, 
as it seemed everyone was going at it but her. 

That's when she reached room S-7. If someone had 
pointed out to Stanton that her last name started with 
S and had seven letters, and this configuration 
represented some sort of magical number for her, she 
would have laughed. Nevertheless, it was room S-7 that 
attracted her. She opened the door. 

There seemed to be no one in the room. She could see 
the examination table, and no one was on it. There was 
no noise. She was about to close the door when a voice 
reached her. 

"Nurse?" was all he said. 

"Yes?" Stanton entered the room. Around the corner 
stood a man, a tall man, with dark hair covering his 
chest and following a trail down to his dark curly 
pubic hair. At first his dick looked to be a small 
stump of flesh, but that was an optical illusion. 
Stanton was looking at it end on. His prick stuck 
straight out, as hard and level as a diving board. When 
she moved a bit, its full length came into view. 

"Can I help you?" she said, knowing damn well how she 
wanted to help him. 

"Oh, God, yes," he said. "I've been waiting for the 
nurse to come back. The doc gave me one of those Viagra 
pills, and now I have this erection and the damn thing 
won't go away. I was just starting to look through 
these drawers for some Vaseline or something when I 
heard you come in." 

"I'd be happy if I could help," Stanton said, honestly. 

"Great," he answered. "Is there some Vaseline around?" 

"What do you need that for?" Stanton asked, moving 
closer to him. 

"Isn't it obvious?" 

Stanton laughed. "Don't be silly. I can take care of 
this." She dropped into a crouch position in front of 
him and admired his wood. It pointed straight at her. 
Veins bulged out and snaked along its length. The head 
swelled, a curious shade somewhere between pink and 
purple. Wiry hairs radiated from the base like some 
perverse lion's mane. She licked it like a popsicle. 

"I see," the man said. 

Stanton stopped her licking and looked up. "Will this 
work for you?" 

She drew him completely in her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah," he said. "That will work just fine." 
Stanton got at least three good strokes in as he 
stretched out the last two words of that statement. She 
slid her mouth back and forth on his rod, moving with 
deliberate speed and strength, intent on relieving him 
of his problem. Looking down at Stanton's tits in her 
little white uniform, the man suddenly had a different 
idea. "What do you say we move over to that table?" 

Stanton sat back and sized him up. "Sure," she said. 
"If you can carry me over there." 

"Like, throw you over my shoulder, and spank your ass 
on the way there?" 

"Not bad," Stanton said, "but I had something else in 
mind." Without taking off the lab coat, Stanton slipped 
her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. He 
bent down to kiss her, and rested his hands on her 
shoulders. Their lips locked and their tongues tangled, 
and his hands moved confidently down her sides and to 
her waist. His fingers found their way between her 
legs, and discovered just how wet she was. 

He bent at the knees and slid his large palms over her 
thighs. He lifted her, pulled her body to him, and 
leaned back slightly. With ample strength he took hold 
of her by her haunches and moved her so that the tip of 
his rock-hard member hovered before her juicy crease. 

Stanton wrapped her arms around his neck. She was 
prepared to hold him firm and guide him inside her, but 
she did not have to. She slid over him easily. His cock 
filled her and it seemed as if she would never stop 
sinking onto his steely rod. When her mound finally 
made contact with his lower abdomen, she exhaled. 

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. 

Unhurried, he carried her over to the table. Each step 
brought a jolt to her cunt, a fresh thrust that seemed 
deeper each time. By the time they reached the table 
and he laid her flat on it surface she was already 
approaching orgasm. 

At that point he positioned his body so that his shaft 
slid over her clitoris. Slick with her juices, the hard 
flesh glided over her tender flesh and plunged inside 
her. She felt his dick along her clit, stretching her 
lips, and impossibly circling her neck, choking off the 
flow of air to her lungs and making her light-headed. 
In and out he went, until Stanton tilted her head back, 
opened her mouth wide, dug her nails into his back and 
reached her climax. 

"Oh, yes," he cried in celebration of his own release. 
"Yes!"

Stanton was beyond speech at that point. 

When he slowed his thrusts and pushed his body away 
from hers, Stanton was still incapable of speech. 

"Thank you, Nurse," he said. "I can't tell you how much 
I needed that." 

"No problem," she said, with barely-renewed powers of 
communication.

"Just doing my job." 

* * * 

Still a little unsteady on her feet, Stanton moved 
through the hall with one hand running along the wall. 
She found herself outside S-4 just as Maytag exited the 
room, adjusting his clothes. 

They stood and looked at one another. Maytag cleared 
his throat and straightened his posture. "Nurse 
Stanton," he said formally. 

"Gerald," she replied, poker-faced. 

Just then, Doctor Havelock turned into the hallway and 
almost bumped into Maytag. "Oh, Gerald, I understand 
you've responded quite well to the treatment." He 
winked at Maytag before continuing. "If you just see 
the receptionist on the way out we can get your billing 
information." 

He turned his attention. "Nurse Stanton, I hope your 
visit went well. Maybe we should go back to my office 
for an exit interview." 

Stanton and Maytag looked at one another, and then back 
at Dr.

Havelock. 

"I hate to say this, Doctor," Stanton began, "but we 
haven't been completely honest with you." 

"We're with the FBI," Maytag added. 

Havelock's mirthful expression faded to seriousness. 
"Ah," he said quietly. "Then I suppose you'll have some 
questions for me to answer." 

Stanton and Maytag looked at each other and grimaced. 

"Actually, I just have one question," Maytag said. 

"Me, too," Stanton said. 

"What's that?" 

"Does my health coverage cover this?" Maytag asked. 

Stunned, Havelock looked at him without responding, and 
then glanced at Stanton. She straightened her lab coat 
and adjusted her cap. "Do you think I could keep this 
outfit?" 

END 

I hope you enjoyed that, and I'd love to hear your 
comments. There is an anonymous e-mail form (and more 
stories) at http://www.jimmy-hat.com , or you can mail 
me directly at jimmy@jimmy-hat.com

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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