Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular
nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990 and the
general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead
gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used
it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid
and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a
slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell
instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she
never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman
only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never
been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and
swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved men and women in equal
measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back
together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin
Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the
village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about
every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
Another regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly
attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and
purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had
never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another
matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
They got
together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they
made the most of it when they did.
They just
had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was
awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery
from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked
at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected
houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who
it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a
bit miffed about being woken up as she was having a delicious dream about an
operating table and the theatre sister, so she got out of bed and went to
investigate the noise wearing a frown.
She threw on
her robe and crept quietly downstairs, pausing only to stop and pick up a vase
for self-defence.
But as she
approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly
sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
She didn’t
make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door
and smiled, because she was pleased to see her, because Polly had fallen in
love with the slutty nurse.
“What are
you doing here?” she asked “I thought you were on nights”
“I was but I
swapped shifts with Danny” she replied
“Why?” Polly
asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Because I
knew you were home alone and I really wanted to see you” Molly replied
“You’re
horny you mean”
“Well yes,
but that’s not the reason” she said
“Why then? If
you just needed your itch scratching you could have used Samantha” Polly
pointed out
“Because I
missed you” she replied “and I just wanted to see you”
“So if I
suggested that we just have breakfast together and nothing else, you would be
happy with that”
“Yes” she
replied and look down at her lap
“Because you’re
special”
“What do you
mean?” Polly asked with a racing heart
“I mean I
think you’re special” she said “Very special”
“Are you
trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Polly asked and held her
breath
“Yes”
“You have to
say it then” Polly insisted
It was hard
for Molly because she’d never said it before, and meant it, because she had
never felt it before but she took a deep breath and said
“I love you”
“Oh God I
love you too” Polly said and wrapped her arms around her.
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