Me! One of the gentlest nurses in the ward. Me, causing pain. Is that all it took, one night of degradation to throw out ten years of dedication to he...aling people? And then the entire awful evening flashed in front of me: the gang-fucking, cum spraying, Petra’s disappearance. Fuck yeah, that is all it took! He’s keening brought me back. “Eeeeee… eeeee,” was all he could manage. It was a pitifully shrill sound, especially coming from such a big muscular man. I knew he felt a screaming banshee. He was smiling, apparently having a good time. But Pete didn't think much of his idea."We both been in stir as long as you have and longer, Max. If there's a woman to be had, I figure we're entitled." So do I." Talk sense, will you?" If there's just one woman available, I figure you're entitled to share her with me. But there's going to be more than one woman available. And since I'm the guy who planned this whole thing, I figure I've got a right to one of the women all for myself. I happen to. It bothers me that he's able to intimidate Nancy like he does. I'd hate to see her suffer, because he feels such a strong need to try to push his weight around. I might go over there to let him know that I'm not going to just sit around while he tries to make her life miserable. That's my job." She's been a sight better recently. Even seems like she might be starting to stand up for herself, like she used to do, before all her troubles. I'd like seeing her happier, but that doesn't mean I. Good girls play the game, deny the first advance, perhaps even the second and third. Toy with him. Walk away but then flash furtive glances to keep him guessing. Eventually, build a connection. Go on dates, have dinner and drinks. Engage in conversations about common likes and dislikes…careers and futures...dysfunctional families...and how many kids to have...and what to name the fucking dog…And even as she’d begun to gather her poolside belongings—accepting his offer and effectively tossing.