Journal 44
Bridget 29
Nurse
- Life
- A walk-up two doors down from Frank, who is not her patient.
- Temper
- Tired in a good way and clear
Kinks
- Twenty-nine and fifty-five, neighbors, not a patient
- His hands on her feet, her back, her hips
- After a night shift, before the day gets loud
Bridget is twenty-nine and works nights on a ward. Frank is fifty-five, the neighbor who takes her packages in and cooks when she texts. He is not her patient and never has been. She likes his hands and a slow morning in his kitchen after a shift, scrubs already in the basket. She can walk back to her own door whenever she wants.
The blog
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His kitchen
Morning, and I had actually slept. Grey cardigan over a t-shirt of his, mug in my hand, scrubs in the basket by the washer like a flag that the shift was over. Frank scrambled eggs. He is fifty-five. I am twenty-nine. I watched his hands and told him I wanted them on my cunt before the eggs, and that he should turn the burner off so he could fuck me.…
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The sidewalk was bright and my eyes hated it. Scrubs, grey cardigan, tote on my shoulder, twelve hours still in my calves. Frank was on his steps with two coffees because I had texted leaving now. He is fifty-five. I am twenty-nine. He lives next door. He is not on my ward and he is not mine to chart. I told him I wanted a shower at his place and…
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