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over her chest. “How long have you worked on this floor?”
    The question surprised Darby. “Nearly five years.”
    Mrs. Schneider’s pale gray eyebrows lifted. “You should transfer to obstetrics. A lot more smiles on that floor.”
    “Were you a nurse?”
    “For fifty-two years,” Mrs. Schneider said proudly. “But honey, you’ve got to stop taking your job home with you.”
    Darby felt her eyes widen. A shard of panic struck. Had rumors circulated about her fetish? “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “We all do it,” Mrs. Schneider explained with a wave of her hand. “But if you’re not careful, you can let fear prevent you from having a real life, from getting close.”
    At first, anger trilled in Darby’s veins. This woman didn’t know her!
    The elderly lady’s gaze shifted back to her husband and she reached down to lovingly stroke his thin white hair. “I wouldn’t trade any of it. Not one minute. I love this man as much today as I did the day I married him. It hurts like the devil to let him go, but that, too, is just a part of life.”
    Darby felt a tear slipping down her cheek. She blinked furiously and swatted more tears away with the back of her hands.
    Mrs. Schneider leaned over and gave her husband a sweet kiss on the forehead. “There was far more joy than sadness, wasn’t there, Jim?”
    Darby quickly excused herself and fled into the hallway. Her aching heart was pounding. Her eyes stung. She gulped air, trying to pull herself together. But it wasn’t grief for the Schneiders she felt. It was sadness for herself.
    She’d always taken great pride in how well she handled one of the toughest jobs at the hospital, but perhaps she’d only been fooling herself. Maybe it was time to request a transfer.
    And maybe it was also time to reevaluate other aspects of her life.

Chapter Three
     
    Tuesdays and Wednesdays became Avery’s regular appointment days. She arrived on time, eagerly submitted to various exams and kept her relationship with Nurse Lovette strictly professional. A month after her first appointment, though, and Avery’s fantasies now included daydreams of making love to Darby in a bed.
    Avery had resigned herself to the idea that if she wasn’t a full-blown lesbian, she was at least bisexual, with her leanings toward women stronger than those she felt for men. The idea that she could have a relationship with a woman both excited and terrified her.
    And lately, the idea of having a relationship with Darby, in addition to the sexual freedom she’d discovered during their appointments, consumed Avery’s thoughts.
    Avery undressed, donned her paper gown and climbed onto the examining table. After tomorrow’s session, she decided she would tell Darby she couldn’t see her anymore. It was too difficult being attracted to a woman who either didn’t want to, or couldn’t, return Avery’s affection.
    While Avery thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy of her medical fetish, for the first time in her life, she truly longed for something more. A real relationship based on mutual attraction.
    A knock sounded on the door and Nurse Lovette entered the room. She flipped through the chart, made a couple of notes and then pulled on her gloves. “Lie on your side. Time to check that temp.”
    Avery’s pussy clenched as she assumed the usual position. Left side. Knees up. Her blood heated as Darby’s practiced hands inserted the thick, lubricated shaft of the specially designed thermometer. Avery moaned as the instrument filled and stretched her to capacity. She clutched the side of the table, needing to rock, needing to be fucked.
    Darby must have sensed her desire because she began slowly pistoning the thermometer. In to the point of taking Avery’s breath, and then out, slipping just past the rim before intruding once more.
    During the last few visits, Nurse Lovette hadn’t allowed Avery to come early on. Instead, the naughty nurse tortured Avery, taking her on a tension-rife ride until