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I was still walking on air Wednesday. Now, I was walking on air thinking of what Fred and I would do this weekend. Did he want to get on top, did he want me on top. Did he want a blowjob? Oh yeah he could have a blowjob. More than one if he wanted it. Would he want to eat me?

He didn't call.

Hospital policy was that we had to leave our phones in the nurses' station on silent. I started carrying mine in my pocket on vibrate. I might get reprimanded, but it would be worth it.

The weekend came and Fred didn't call. I sat home all weekend staring at my phone.

He didn't call the following week.

A month later, for the first time since that weekend with Fred, I went out for a drink with MaryAnn, my roommate and Marsha, the thirty-something divorcee who I worked with. They let me drown my sorrows in vodka and more vodka. I spilled my guts to them. I didn't leave out much.

I couldn't imagine what I did wrong.

"Well, MaryAnn, I suppose it's our job to find another guy for Liz."

I rejected their ideas. They threw out names of guys in the hospital, guys they knew. Besides, MaryAnn was on her third guy this year; it was June. Clearly she didn't have good taste in men.

As for Marsha, guys were all over her, figuring that she was on the rebound from an unhappy marriage and would be easy. She admitted that she was, easy that is, but every guy so far had been a loser.

Six months later, Marsha told me, "when it's appropriate you need to check out the catheter in the guy in 812," she smiled.

Later that shift I did. It was completely within the ethical bounds. What I saw was a cock, although dead, that rivaled Fred's or any other cock I'd ever seen. "Mr. Hanrahan, you seem to be doing well. Any pain? Any problem peeing?" These were all normal inquiries.

"Nope. It's like I can't stop peeing."

"That's good. The catheter is working as it should. Push the red button if you need anything."

After work, "Marsha, that's one giant cock. My God, I didn't think they made them that big. How old is he?"

"I checked his chart. He's twenty-five. A little too young for me, but perfect for you."

Two months later, Mr. Hanrahan, Jerry, came in for a check-up. The doctor told him he could resume all normal activity. I walked him out. "Me or one of the other nurses will call you in about two weeks to see how you're doing," I smiled at him. That was not hospital protocol and it wouldn't be one of the other nurses.

When I called, he said everything was fine. He was feeling good. "No problem peeing?" I asked.

"None. Ummm your name was?"

"I'm Nurse Liz."

"This may seem unusual, but could I interest you in seeing a movie, maybe Friday night. That wouldn't be unethical would it?"

"Ummm, you've been discharged from the hospital. No, it wouldn't be unethical, but I never . . . "

"It's just a movie, Nurse Liz."

"Well, okay. Let's meet there." I gave him my phone number and told him

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