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"The email isn't from me, it's from Nurse Dixon."
I shake my head and wait impatiently for her to get to the point, "Well?"
"Well, she quit and will not be coming back. With her gone, we don't have enough nursing staff to cover the building like you require. We could work with what we have, but it would mean longer patient wait times and -"
"No, no, no, there's a set number of nurses we need to have. " I put my hands on my hips and release a long breath.
It's frustrating as hell trying to keep this small community hospital above water, but my greatest dilemma seems to be keeping anyone working here for very long. It feels like a revolving door of nurses and support staff.
"Call the temp agency and see if they can get us a new nurse. Hopefully, this one will know what the hell they're doing." I say and leave Nurse Thomas standing there with a terse look on her face. I may not be the most liked person here, but I'm damn good at my job and that's all that matters.
Hopefully, this new nurse won't be as much of a headache as the last one.
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nyla
Kegels area girl's best friend.
I let the warm water from my shower wash over my body while the hibiscus scented conditioner rinses out of my hair.
I clench up my core and mentally count to fifteen slowly before I release and do it all over again. I've got big plans tonight, and I want to make sure I'm as ready as can be. It's been a long while since I've had the opportunity to have sex, and I'm more excited than I should be.
After I finish washing and rinsing out my hair, I dry off and go back into my bedroom. Usually, I'm neat, I have to be living out of an RV, but today it looks like a hurricane has torn through my bedroom.
I have clothes all over the place. I wanted to make sure that I have the best outfit. Something that says I'm not a slut but also says, I'll be a slut for you tonight. I had to go through all of my options before I could settle on just the right one. It was a toss up between three different dresses and since I don't have any girlfriends I can run my choices by, I have to go on my own gut.
I think I chose the right one.
I still have two hours before the date and I don’t want to get there too early, so I take my time blow-drying my hair pin straight and putting on a little bit of make up. It feels good to get dolled up for once. For the most part, I'm in scrubs with my hair tied up and completely barefaced.
Once I finish my hair and makeup, I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my closet. I won't have time to put them away properly right now.
"When I get home, after the fuck fest." I whisper to myself and do a little dance. I grab the charcoal gray and red sundress I decided on and slip it over my body after putting on a simple black lace bra and panty set. I close my mirrored closet doors and do a little spin, checking out the final product.
I look damn good tonight, and I'm hoping it'll make it that much easier for me. With twenty minutes to spare, I slip on my black strappy wedges and make my way over to the restaurant. It's time to get this sexy adventure on the road.
* * *
"Wow, that's remarkable. So, you learned how to cook solely from YouTube videos?" I ask Gary as I take another sip of my white wine. I don't want to jinx myself, but so far, the date is going wonderfully.
I've heard so many stories about people that met via online dating and truly hit it off. Maybe I've found one for myself today. I didn't put much stock into Gary, simply because I met him via Tinder. It was my first time using the app, but it's freeing in a sense. We both know what I want, and he seemed like a good enough guy for me to have a little fun.
Gary not only is handsome, but seems knowledgeable about things happening in the world and well groomed. All checks in the plus column.
"Yeah, you'd be amazed at all the information you can find on YouTube. You can learn how to make a bundt cake and a bomb on the same channel." He laughs, and I give a little chuckle, but quickly change the topic of conversation. If he enjoys finding ways to make bombs, that's his prerogative.
I'm not trying to dig too deep into his story, simply because I know that after tonight, our relationship really won't be going any further.
He's nice enough, and I'm sure he's going to find himself a great woman to settle down with, but it's not going to be me. It's near impossible for me to find anyone that I can have a long term deep connection with, especially anything romantic in nature. My job has me moving around so much, it just never works out.
"What about hobbies? What do you like to do?" I ask him, taking another sip of my wine.
He opens his mouth to answer me but as he does his phone rings, and he smiles slightly as he answers sit.
"Yes, I'm fine.... I got here safe... I won't drink too much... I'll call before I do. Okay, I love you too."
His conversation is over quickly, but since I don't know who he was talking to, I feel a little on edge. I don't want to be sitting here with a married man or anything like that.
