I’m just going to have a regular shift.” Ellen Ebb decided to lie to herself as soon as she sat down in the oversized office chair. “I’m just ...going to dispense medication, do my rounds, and knockout these sudokus while I wait for first shift.” She crossed her muscular, ample legs and let the coarse brown fabric of her scrubs settle over her bronzed skin. As she reclined behind the infirmary desk, she caught a glimpse of her reflection under the sterile white lights overhead. Ellen knew herself. “So, do you still feel ready tonight?”Without any hesitation and with a mature tone, “Absolutely, I am ready.” Lauren looked poised and beautiful that evening.“My parents have gone to the cottage up north, we could go to my house,” she said, shocking me.The easy and logical thing would have been to still get a hotel, but a new desire crept in my head. I could fuck Lauren in her bed at her house. Again, I should have chosen the hotel, but ultimately her home was decided on.The drive to her house. With each slow sip his head grew weightless. He looked around the oak-paneled room. The young solitary drinker at the end of the bar disappeared. He spotted a newspaper at the end of the long bar. He read about Protestants and Catholics feuding in Northern Ireland, an epidemic in Sudan, a beautiful young Israeli woman arrested for depicting Muhammad as a pig. And how beautiful this woman looked in the paper. Dark hair, lightly frizzed and flowing to her chest. He could not deny her beauty, a. What can I tell Myn?" Tell her that Sharon is home and what she did is sinking in. She's already starting apologizing. I put her in bed and I'll babysit her until the worst is over." Thanks, Cheryl. I'll tell her. And thanks from me as well. I owe you." Nope, Sharon owes me, she's my sister and she'll be paying for this one for years, the dumb kid." Good luck, I would offer to help, but my face is the last one she needs to see right now."Cheryl chuckled and we said goodbyes.I told Myn and she.