Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled sweat and clumped down beside me.Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled sweat and clumped down beside me. Tendrils of pleasure sang me to sleep. Chapter 2 Guildford General did have a vacancy for a qualified Staff Nurse, in fact for two of them. An interview was arranged for the following friday with the ward sister, Angela Leighton, just after lunch. The receptionist told me they'd had dozens of enquiries from an advert in a local paper, so my hopes were pretty grim. I wasted half an hour trying on various outfits - I settled on a medium-length wollen skirt with a businesslike creme silk chemise, without the bra - I didn't want them to think I was some old fogey, or whatever. When I turned up - a little early - I was shown into her little office, and took a seat nervously. Angela wasn't there yet, so I sat quietly with my hands in my lap and tried to think of something else. Muted chatter and the clink and rumble of trolleys outside the open door lulled me, and I relaxed a little. After a few minutes a nurse in her early thirties with her blond hair tied severely back stepped through the door with a sheaf of folders. "Are you Wendy Stanton?" I nodded and rose, "Hello, " she said, with a smile, "I'm Angela Leighton - Anglea, alright?" I smiled back. She sat down and leafed through a pile of folders already on her desk. "Right - If I can just get this form...OK. " She pulled a pen from her breast pocket. "OK. Wendy...Stanton... - what's your address, Wendy?" I told her and she copied it down. "Right - Erm, Female, no, no, yes, erm... twenty-fifth.". She went on with questions about my qualifications and school history. We covered previous employers, then she rose and shut the door, and sat down again. "OK, Wendy, that's, erm, so far, so good. Now I have to ask you some personal questions, do you mind?" I said whatever was necessary was fine by me. "OK." She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side. "When was your first sexual experience?" Well, this took me by surprise a little. " Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse?" I asked. "Well, masturbation counts, I guess," she said, with a gleam in her eyes. "When I was fourteen, then," I said. She made notes on the paper. |