It’s been two weeks since I last left Alex panting and desperate in my office. She’s eager to please, that slut, but I’m getting tired of the doe-eyed stares across the corridor. Her need for recognition turned me on at first, even if I never let her see it — but as the weeks stretch on and the end of her internship draws closer, I’m finding myself picturing the next tight girl that might bend herself over my desk. Alex w...
Monday, Jane answered the ad. Tuesday, she got an email that she had been selected for an interview. The Lilly Cummins Institute for Reproductive Health would like to meet with you to discuss the opening it has for an assistant fertility coordinator. It sounded like she'd be some kind of counselor, or maybe a public-facing representative, or someone in marketing? Public relations? Because while Jane, 53, did have a backgr...
The stereotypical Doctor-Nurse interaction prevailed. The major operation had not gone smoothly. It was the nurses’ fault. Dr. Carrington tore strips off the senior nurse. “Nurse Blyth, your team performed poorly—they were slow, clumsy, and discourteous. The outcome has not been optimal. Allocate more senior nurses to my next bypass procedure.” “Yes, Doctor,” came the reply. Friday night, Dr. Carrington needed stress reli...
