Egan Hated Nurses Pt.1

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Egan hated nurses. They were working class sociopaths, little barmaid sadists. Nurses had made the last days of people he had loved miserable, full of shame. His father had been afraid to call someone for his bedpan. He thought about it all as he sat looking at the white pantyhose draped over the back of the sofa. Was this one different or were the memories fading enough for him to betray them? With that not answered he got to thinking the next thing: if she left the pantyhose there, he would want to take them up and press them to his face. I am a sick and twisted little man, he thought.
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Then she came out the bathroom and sat down on the sofa, across from him. She took the cigarettes from the pocket of her uniform, never once moving her eyes from his face. It was a stare that demanded, albeit very calmly, very logically, he tell her something or take her into the bedroom so that they could have sex on his bed. The eyes, big and green made it clear, that the sex, if they were to have it, would be very good.
Egan decided that they should talk instead.

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