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this apartment and I’d have a spell on his cock faster than you could say, “Hand me my broomstick!” Of course, I would be the witch played by Sarah Jessica Parker in this scenario. I’d wear a tight, red corset and some kick-ass black boots, and I’d reveal enough cleavage to make a high school boy cream his jeans. Unfortunately, I’m not a witch nor am I well versed in witchcraft, but I am a c-u-n-t and the cunt in me says…
    Fuck that jerk AND his limp dick.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “Ass and titties and big boner britches” -Amy
     
    Another day, another dollar, which means another long night in the ER. Nothing brings people into the emergency room like a lack of insurance and a refusal to find a primary care physician. I can see where most people would see me as a cold-hearted nurse, but you try working in the ER for as long as I have and then see if you don’t have a different view of the world. I’m very aware that my job is starting to make me extremely jaded towards humans.
    “Amy, do you mind going into bed three and helping Tony get an IV in that patient?” my manager, Shirley, requests. My head cocks to the side in surprise. Shirley isn’t one to ask. She prides herself on her demands.
    “Yeah, sure, no problem. It’s not like I have three other patients to take care of or anything,” I grumble out as I log out of my computer and head for bed three.
    “We could really use a little less sarcastic-ness from you around here.” Shirley raises her unibrow in annoyance. Did I mention that she’s an exceptionally attractive woman? Yeah, she’s not. Style and simple grooming are not her strong points.
    “You hired me, Shirley. You knew what you were getting into.” It’s a shame I don’t feel any sort of need to be a perfect employee whenever management is around.
    “I have no qualms with putting you on corrective action, Amy,” Shirley threatens with a stern voice, a voice that could be described as manly and filled with testosterone. Honestly, I’m still not convinced that she doesn’t have a dick and balls tucked inside her pleated pants.
    “Remember that last time you threatened to put me on corrective action and then you didn’t ? Something about me being one of your best ER nurses on staff…” How about them apples? Or should I say balls? Balls probably work better for her.
    Shirley huffs out a breath in exasperation. “Remind me why I hired you again? Were you this much of a pain in the ass when I did that interview years ago?”
    “Yes, I was.”
    “Just do me a favor and go help Tony out. That’s all I’m asking. Can you at least do that one thing for me?” She places her too-big-for-a-woman hands on her hips and glares at me.
    “Sure thing, boss .” I give her the two-finger salute and head for bed three.
    I’m faced with a frail, elderly lady with a face full of soft wrinkles. The hospital gown sags off of her tiny body and reveals her protruding collarbone. I take a glance at her chart and notice the diagnosis of Alzheimer’s as well as severe dehydration and electrolyte imbalances. This small woman’s big gray eyes are clouded with memory loss and confusion. She watches me carefully as I make my way to the side of her bed. Alzheimer’s is an extremely difficult disease to face. The family members of those who are diagnosed with this terrible illness seem to suffer the most. I couldn’t imagine having one of my parents end up in a state where they didn’t even remember me.
    “Hi, Ms. Lloyd. My name is Amy and I’m a nurse here in the emergency room. I’m just going to get an IV in you so that I can give you some medicine to make you feel better.” I glance over at the family member sitting by her bedside. He’s very young—I’d guess around twenty or twenty-one.
    “Is this your grandmother?” I ask him inquisitively as I get supplies from the cabinet next to his chair.
    “Yeah, this is my grandma. The nursing home called my mom today and said she was