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Now Put Your Nurse’s Uniform On…Now Put Your Nurse’s Uniform On…By ManndeePart 1I guess when you start a diary; you should always start at the beginning. It is not my intention that anyone ever reads my diary, but I guess I have had some rotten luck as the years have gone by.My real Mum died; well that’s what I tell myself, but to be honest, I don’t even think of her as my real Mum. My step Mum was called Ruth. She was not my biological Mum, but if they hadn’t told me that I was adopted at the age of 9 months, I would never have known. So as far as I am concerned, my Mum, Ruth, was a Doctor. She was married to my dad, Gerard, and he was also a Doctor.Ruth and Gerard ran the local doctor’s surgery. I loved them both very much, and I don’t know how they did it, but one of them was always around to be there for me when I needed them. When I was 15, they sat me down and told me that I was adopted – I can’t tell you what that did to me. I loved them so much, and felt at the time that by telling me the most horrifying news – that they adopted me when I was a baby – it made me want to kill myself.I remember the moment Mum actually said “Bradley…you know how much we love you, but we are not your real parents! You were adopted when you were 9 months old!”I remember those words, and I remember screaming out loud and starting to bang my fists on Dad’s chest. He was such a lovely man – so kind, so handsome. We were all so happy, and now Mum was telling me that we were not blood related. I ran to my room – everything I could find was picked up and thrown around my room. The anger inside me was so ferocious, and I was so angry. I could hear Mum outside my room pleading with me to ‘open the door and let her in’.I couldn’t believe that the very two people in my life that were always there for me, were now the very people I didn’t want near me! I loved them so much, but they couldn’t help me this time! It was the biggest thing to happen in my life, and they were to blame for me being so angry. I don’t honestly know when I left my room, but I don’t think it was until the following evening.I walked downstairs; Mum was in the kitchen and Dad was reading a book. He looked up “Bradley, you needed to know…we had to tell you! We didn’t want you to find out without us being here for you to talk it through!”As I looked at Dad, I saw for the first time ever that he was crying. The tears in his eyes were running down his face like a leaking tap. Mum appeared by my side and gripped my hand.”Bradley, we couldn’t have c***dren…there was something wrong with me! We so wanted a baby, and when the chance of you came up, we decided to take it! We promised that we would love you like our own!” she burst into tears and fell on to her knees. Mum was sobbing. Dad slid off the sofa and held Mum in his arms – they were shaking as the tears of sadness filled the room.I stood looking at the two people that were my ‘everything’ falling apart in front of me. I fell to my knees, held both of them close together, and told them ‘It was OK…that we were family and that’s what family do! They deal with problems and move on!’We probably all cried on the floor for over ten minutes. The silence that came was eerie, but it was like a signal that someone had to speak. Mum’s voice was croaky and she moved away from Dad and I.”OK…we never speak about this again, ever, never, ever! Do you both agree?”It was really weird; Dad and I both in unison said “Yes…never!”We all stood up, smiled at each other, and had a great big group hug. Dad joked that he ‘was getting crushed’. I held them like we were on the edge of a cliff. Mum burst out laughing and I announced I was hungry.If I’m honest, I don’t remember any of us ever talking about it again – it was like it had been deleted and simply didn’t happen!My exam results the following year were disappointing – I really wanted to be a Doctor like Mum and Dad, but my brain just didn’t seem to be clever enough! We spoke about my options and what I wanted to do. As always, Mum and Dad were rational about the agony I was suffering. I really wanted to work in the medical profession – I wanted to help people like Mum and Dad had done all their lives. Dad said that ‘if my results were not as we expected, it was not a problem…I should sign on to the 6th form and take my exams again’. Good old Dad; ‘Mr. Rational’ at his best. So that was what I did! I stayed on at school and joined the 6th form. It was great – no uniform, lots of girls! I was doing well in my classes and really enjoying myself.I will always remember 27th May 1997. I came home early from school, and Dad was out by the car putting a suitcase in the boot.”Bradley, I need to drive Mum up to Aunt Sheila’s…Uncle Tom has had a heart attack! Mum is going up to help your Auntie!” he held my arm. “Be nice to Mum…she’s a bit upset!”I walked into the kitchen; Mum was being Mum – preparing food.”Has Dad told you Uncle Tom’s not good, Bradley? I need to see if I can do anything to help! Dad will drop me off with Aunt Sheila…you boys will have to fend for yourselves, or live in the chip shop!”I smiled at Mum as she put a large lasagne on the dining room table. “Can you call Dad, Bradley? Let’s eat now and I can go after dinner…Dad’s worried about the traffic!”It was obvious she was upset, but as usual, she was trying not to show she was worried about her sister. We eat Mum’s lasagne and Dad suggested he ‘start the journey as soon as possible because he had to drive to Watford and get back’. He was waiting on cover for Mum in the surgery because she was going to be away for a week. Mum didn’t stop talking, telling me about the food in the freezer and how to cook it. Dad looked at me, raised his eyes and smiled; he virtually pushed her in to the red Renault car that hardly ever left our drive. He walked over to me, kissed me on my forehead, and told me he loved me, then they drove off – tooting the horn as they left.When the artic truck hit the small red Renault car and squashed it under its front cab, everyone from the emergency services that attended the scene knew that no one could survive such an impact. The front of the car no longer existed – it was virtually wafer thin where the artic had simply gorged up the contents of the car, leaving no chance for anyone inside to survive.Over 1000 people attended the funeral of my parents; I don’t really remember the day because of the distress of not having Mum and Dad with me. It was agony knowing that they would never be sitting in the lounge, laughing and joking with each other. Why, if there is a God, does he take such amazing people like that to heaven so early? They were so loved and so kind to so many people in their lives – life was really shit! My relatives gathered around me, and so did the town. The people in the town were such amazing people; they were so generous to me after the funeral. My relatives were OK. Mum’s brother wanted to know if there was a will. I didn’t know of one, but there was a will that covered everything – if Mum died first or Dad – but because they were so organised, they even had a will covering if they both died. I was 17 in two weeks, and the family were all offering to take me in and look after me, but I knew what Mum and Dad would want me to do. I spent several days with the family solicitor, who arrived the day after they died; he just turned up and told me who he was. It was agreed that what Mum and Dad had in place was perfect to start with – I never knew they had so much money in the bank – obviously two good jobs as GP’s and two old wise heads together had planned a healthy and wealthy retirement for themselves.Mum and Dad had never told me anything about what would happen if anything happened to them. I like anyone at that age just thought that it would be years before they died. When everything was decided, I announced to both sides of the family that I needed some time to deal with the loss of Mum and Dad. Basically, I told them all to go home and get on with their lives. I could see the various members of the family that Dad always hated, itching to ask if there was any money left behind?But thankfully, nobody actually asked the question on the day. It took a further three days for everyone to finally stop coming to the house. I was so glad that everyone had gone – I was finally free to mourn Mum and Dad.I sat in the lounge – it was so quiet without them. I looked round and saw a large black and white family photo. I was probably about 7 – Dad had bahis firmaları his arms on my shoulders, and Mum was cuddling Dad. We all loved the picture, and it sat in the lounge on the mantel piece since it was put in a frame. I stared at all of us – we were so happy in that photo! I missed them so much – the tears were like an ocean falling over a cliff – I cried nonstop for a week. A few neighbours appeared through that painful time – never staying – just leaving hot food for me to eat – asking politely if I was ok? They knew I wasn’t! They must have heard me screaming at the agony of losing the most amazing people that anybody could ever know. When the sore throat stopped being sore, and my puffy eyes could puff up no more because of the tears, I knew it was time to do what Mum and Dad would want me to do – it was time to be rational.I took a shower and shaved, looked at my watch – it was six days to my birthday. I sat in the lounge wearing jeans and a white t-shirt – I think I was staring at the picture of everyone smiling when I heard the doorbell.I got up and walked to the door – it was 11am in the morning. I opened the door and saw a pretty girl standing there. She had short black curly hair, amazing dark eyes, with deep red lipstick. She was wearing a light brown, camel-coloured coat buttoned up to the neck.”Hi! You must be Bradley! Can I come in? I have a message for you! It’s really important you hear what I have to tell you!”I thought at that very moment that she was an angel sent from heaven! I opened the door a bit further and she walked in. She was about 25 – and stunning! She smiled as she walked past me; she had perfume on and smelt amazing.”Bradley, we have a lot to do, but I need you to stay calm…I do not want you to ask any questions until I tell you to. Is that ok?”I nodded.”My name is Stacy. I met your father last year…he came to our company and hired us to help you. He was the most amazing man I have ever met, but I think you already know that, don’t you, Bradley? I am here because your Mother and Father died…my company can’t change that! Your parents did some things to ensure that you will never have any financial problems in your life! Do you understand what I am saying, Bradley? Now, I think we need to have a coffee and I will explain what is going to happen!”I stood up and looked at Stacy – her coat was still done up, she had really long legs and shiny black stocking’s on, with black 4-inch-high heels. “Do you want to take your coat off, Stacy?””No Bradley, not yet…not till we deal with all of this! Now where is your video? I have something you need to see!”It’s really important you hear what I have to tell you!”I took Stacy into the lounge. Mum and Dad had bought a video – it wasn’t cheap, but we had lots of fun sitting around the TV watching big screen movies as a family. Because of the hours Mum and Dad worked, it was perfect because it allowed us to watch them when we wanted. Stacy got a video out of a bag she was carrying.”Can I put this on, Bradley?”I nodded and took a seat on the sofa. Stacy stood by the TV.”OK, Bradley…what you are about to hear and see will upset you, but it is important that you understand now before we start that you need to know why I am here, and why your Mum and Dad were so brave!””Brave? What do you mean, Stacy? I don’t understand!”Stacy looked down at her feet, “Bradley, this is going to be a lot of information for you, and I’m truly sorry that you will find out like this, but you have to understand…certain things have been done to protect you for a long time, but now the game appears to have changed!”This was too much for me! Losing Mum and Dad, then this lady tells me how brave they were? Stacy could clearly see how anxious I was, she walked over and put her hand on my arm.”I will help you! Don’t worry, Bradley…you are going to find out everything within the next 30 minutes! It will explain why things have been like they have!”She sat next to me and pressed the play button on the remote. It really threw me – Mum and Dad were on the screen smiling. I started to cry. Stacy put her arm around me. “You need to be strong and listen to what they say, Bradley!””Hello Darling…this is really hard doing this video! We hoped you would never have to play it, but it’s important to Dad and I that you understand what has happened and why. You are only seeing this video because Dad and I have died in suspicious circumstances! We had to tell you recently that we were not your biological parents. What we couldn’t tell you was why. You know that Dad and I met in university…what you don’t know is we were both recruited by the government to work in MI6 intelligence! It was always obvious that when I became a Doctor, I wanted to travel…and so did Dad! It’s probably why we loved each other so much! We did Uni, then Medical school, then a year in a local hospital working in emergency casualty… That was when we were approached by MI6 and told we were going to work for the Red Cross as Doctors! By then we were married…we were thinking about having a family, but we were both young and both had promising new careers, so everything was put on hold to start the new job! It was the early seventies…we were young and full of adventure! We started our new jobs in 1973 with the Red Cross, but secretly working for MI6!”Stacy looked directly at me, “Keep watching, Bradley…I will be back in a minute!”Stacy got up and disappeared outside to her car which was parked on our drive which was where we always parked the family car. She came back in with a makeup bag and a plastic bag, then walked upstairs. “Keep watching the video, Bradley!” she shouted out as she disappeared from view. I could hear some bangs upstairs as Mum continued to talk on the video.Dad then started to talk to the screen, “We really wanted to do this, Bradley! Whatever you might think…no one made us do it! We did it because we thought it was important! We thought it would make a difference!”A picture came up on the TV screen of people walking down a busy street – goats, cars and people were all intermixed within the picture.”This is where we worked in 1973. To this day, I will never forget this place…it meant the world to us, like the many friends we made when we were living there! We met so many brave and beautiful people! This was the city of Saigon, in Vietnam. On April 30, 1975, the evacuation that was unfolding as North Vietnamese forces… the South’s enemy, and America’s…closed in on Saigon. It was obvious that a lot of people were going to be caught up in this final fight. We were at the base camp in Saigon…crowds of Americans and other foreigners were lined up in installations around Saigon waiting for buses to take them out…to get them home. We were closing down the operation and feeding back information directly to the British Embassy about what we were hearing might happen. Basically, it was not good! We knew so many of these people…when the buses would arrive for the Americans, you could see them pushing towards the bus and trying to get their Vietnamese wives and c***dren along with them! There were desperate scenes of families separated, and crying out for help, pleading not to be left behind…clutching at the last straw of hope! Two other aid workers who we knew really well had been stuck in the jungle delivering aid and medical supplies to a village…nobody knew what was happening to the group! The convoy they were in was ambushed and attacked! All we knew was no one survived! When we got the news via the British Embassy, I remember crying in Mum’s arms! This crazy place was destroying such innocent lives! Bradley, the two aid workers were your parents…Jerry Owen and Penny Irvine. They were not married, but Penny got pregnant in Vietnam working alongside Jerry. She refused to leave him and her work. Mum was there and helped at the birth when you came out into this wicked world…she was the first person to hold you! We were in Saigon picking up supplies, and Jenny went into labour…you were 7 pounds and 6 ounces. You were also four weeks early!” Dad started to cry.Mum squeezed Dad’s arm. She started to talk, “We knew we had to go! We knew the fight was over! We went to the tent where you were being looked after by the local nurses…grabbed you and a few things. Three Americans and one Italian aid worker agreed that we had to go! We all got into a local Red Cross van and drove to Ton Son Nhut airport. Armed paratroopers turned kaçak iddaa all the buses back, including ours despite our pleas. We drove down to the Saigon waterfront where American helicopters circled the city, as Vietnamese people swam in the water below, trying to reach the various departing vessels. No one wanted to be left in this place! At the time it was strangely quiet, but that always was because everyone was on the verge of sheer panic! We decided to try and reach the United States Embassy because the British Embassy had closed! Once we got there, we found it surrounded by Vietnamese people looking for a way in, and a way out of the crazy mayhem! As we looked up at the embassy, helicopters could be seen landing on the roof, and inside the compound. We tried to make our way toward the back of the consulate, only to find an even more desperate situation. We had to push and shove our way through a crowd of several hundred Vietnamese trying to scale the walls, only to be knocked back by U.S. Marines. I screamed that we ‘were British and American Red Cross aid workers’ and the Marines let us in. I was crying, with you in my arms, as the Marine moved towards me. I told him ‘we were intelligence officers of the United Kingdom’.””Once inside the compound…for the Americans and those Vietnamese who managed to get in with legal documents, and the many who managed entrance without…the rest was easy. It was just a matter of waiting your turn for a helicopter to take you to one of the ships on station off the Vietnamese coast…and it was on those ships where some of the most dramatic images of that day emerged! South Vietnamese pilots loaded their helicopters with their family and friends, hovering above the vessel’s deck to unload the passengers…they were very brave young men saving many people. After so many long years, the American involvement in Vietnam was over! We returned back to the UK with you by our side…in memory of your brave parents, Penny and Jerry. You were taken away from us, and that broke our hearts. Then 5 months later, we were told that Penny and Jerry’s family didn’t want the memory of them in you! A social worker asked us if we would adopt you…she only had to ask once! That is how we got you! We did try for a brother or sister for you, but I found out I was infertile! It didn’t matter…we had you! We were complete as a family!”It was clear on the video – both Mum and Dad were crying. Mum walked over to the camera filming her and said ‘how much they both loved me’. I had taken in so much as well, seeing them talking to me broke my heart – I was crying again. I really didn’t think I had the tears left in me to cry anymore.Dad’s voice shocked me in the silence of the moment…”Bradley, we have met a young lady called Stacy…she works for MI6. She is there to look after you! Do whatever she tells you, Bradley…do not question her! She will look after you! You’re only watching this video because we are dead and you are in danger!”Mums voice started to speak; it was croaky from the crying…”Bradley, remember how much we love you! We will always be in your heart! When you look up into the stars, we will always be looking down on you! We know this is tough, but you must listen to Stacy!”I looked up and Stacy was standing beside the sofa. “We need to go now, Bradley…you need to go upstairs with me and get changed! Do not question me…I know what I am doing, and I will look after you! You have to trust me, and we need to be quick!”I followed Stacy up the stairs into my room.”Put these on…don’t say a word! Get dressed…we are leaving in 10 minutes! Call me when you’re dressed!”I looked on the bed – all I could see was a pink nurse’s uniform, some black tights, a bra, knickers and a pair of my shoes.”I’m not wearing that, Stacy! What do you think I am?”Stacy stared at me, she was really angry. “Did you listen to what I just told you? Now put on your nurse’s uniform…get dressed or I will force you! Do it now!”She shouted really loud – I knew she meant it. I passively started to get undressed. I held up the pink Nurses uniform – it had white piping around the neck with long sleeves with piping around the wrists. First I put the bra on, then I put the dress on over my head – it slid down over my chest. Next were the black tights, then the knickers – they felt strange over the tights. Stacy appeared in my room as I put my last shoe on.”Good job the surgery had some spare nurse’s uniforms! Come here, Bradley…I need to do your makeup!”I stood up, but before I could protest, she grabbed my arm and sat me on the bed.”Don’t say a word! Open your lips…good! Look down, Bradley…good! Well done! Let’s get some powder on that face! Good! Well done! Look at me…ok! Finishing touch…the wig! I bought this before I got here today! Sit still…it’s a nice wig, Bradley…it’s what they call a bop! Nice and short…very sexy! There we go! Bradley…I have to say you do make a great girl…very sexy, darling! Now let’s get ready to leave!”My heart sank – what the fuck was going on? This was just too much! I caught my reflection in the mirror. Jesus, was that me? Dressed like a girl?”You like what I have done to you, darling, don’t you? One thing missing…stay there! Let’s put some socks in that bra and finish off that look with some nice girly tits! Oh my God, Bradley…you look so pretty! Time to go…let’s get in the car!”I walked downstairs, the front door was wide open and I could see Stacy packing bags in the boot.”Get in the car, Bradley…we are leaving now!”I walked to the passenger door and got in, did up my seat belt, then found myself adjusting my nurses uniform. I can’t explain how I felt after the sheer agony of what I just been through – this was like a weird dream! Stacy got in, adjusted her seat and the mirror on the windscreen, put the car in reverse and we edged off the drive. For a split second, the memory of Mum and Dad came back into my mind – that last moment of them smiling as they drove away, Dad honking the horn on the car.”Shit…act normally, Bradley! Shit…fuck…they were quick! Don’t stare at them!”I looked; in the corner of my eye at the entrance to the Doctors surgery, two Asian men dressed in black were leaving by the front door of the surgery.”Who are they Stacy? The surgery is not open! How did they get in?”Stacy put the car in first gear and the car drove away from the drive. The two men were behind us, walking down the pavement, they started to get into a black Range Rover. Stacy indicated right at the bottom of the road. As we turned, the car suddenly accelerated fast. Stacy started to go through the gears on the gearbox on the Ford Capri. Stacy drove like a racing driver – she was weaving in and out of the traffic. As we got to a junction, she stopped, edged forward, then accelerated again through the red lights, narrowly missing a white car that had just left the green lights on the junction. Bradley was holding his seat as Stacy cut through the traffic.”Fuck! Shit! Jesus Christ! Bradley, stay down…keep your head down! Listen to me…do not raise your head up…stay down!”Stacy stopped the car in traffic that simply was never going anywhere. Stacy leaned over to where Bradley was sitting; she opened up the glove compartment and grabbed a shotgun with a short barrel and a shoulder strap.”Stay down…do not move…do not lift your head! Do you understand me?”Stacy started to go out the car. As she did, she opened her coat, revealing a short black skirt, black tights, and a white blouse. She put her hand down by her side and produced a small handgun. She started to get out the car, when a loud ripping noise happened in the centre of the Speedometer – it shattered and sprayed small fragments of glass in the car.”Fucking hell…stay down, Bradley!”Stacy stayed low as she fell backward into a roll from the car onto the road, quickly coming up on one leg, she started to level herself. Bradley saw her raise both hands, gripping the small gun between her hands. He saw Stacy fire two shots, stand up, and begin to run out of sight from where they had just come from. A second thud – seemed to go into the back of Stacy’s chair. Bradley could hear people screaming, then what sounded like more gunfire. Bradley could hear screeching cars, and what appeared to be total madness outside the car.Stacy ran towards the Asian man so fast, he clearly didn’t see her gun pointing at him. As she took the two shots, the first bullet entered his left kaçak bahis lung, then shot upwards and straight out his neck, exploding as it left his shoulder. The second bullet entered just below his nose – dead centre of his mouth – the back of his head exploded like a melon, before his body dropped to the ground – he was dead. Stacy ran over to him, grabbed his gun, checked his pocket, grabbed his wallet and opened it up to see a diplomatic pass for the Vietnamese Embassy.People were screaming and cars were driving down the pavement. As she walked over to the second man that she had shot – he had a bullet wound in his left eye socket – he too was clearly dead. She checked his pocket and grabbed a wallet, finding an embassy pass as well.As Stacy stood up, a loud boom noise in the distance from where they had just come from echoed through the street. Stacy looked up to see a plume of black smoke. In the background, sirens could be heard. Stacy ran back to the car.”Bradley, are you ok? Talk to me, Bradley…are you ok?”I looked up dazed, Stacy had blood on her coat and her tights were ripped all over her legs.”Yes, I think so!”Stacy got in the car, it started. The road was clear – all the cars had disappeared, people were screaming as Stacy drove away from the scene. The lights were green as she turned left, a Police car’s siren was screaming towards us as she calmly drove past the traffic. On the opposite side of the road, the police car was stuck in the traffic unable to get to the horrors that awaited them.Further down the line of traffic, two more Police cars were stuck as well. Stacy was breathing heavy and concentrating on driving the car, ensuring not to draw any attention to the car.”It’s OK, Bradley…I don’t want you to worry…we will sort this out! Do not worry…everything will be ok!”I started to shake as I looked at the hole in the Speedometer – it was clear it was a bullet – a fucking bullet! That could have been in my body! I felt my stomach turning over thinking about what had just happened. I looked up and saw two fire engines on our side of the road – sirens blaring as they cut through the cars that were pulling over. The fire engines pulled past us – they clearly were going to a big fire somewhere, in amongst all the madness, they were out fighting a fire. Stacy still had the shotgun strap over her shoulder – the gun was sitting on her lap as she drove along past what seemed to be mayhem far behind us.Stacy indicated left and we turned into what looked like a housing estate. She took several more turns, then stopped the car.”Stay here, Bradley…do not get out the car! Do you understand me? Stay where you are…I will sort this out!”Stacy got out the car, opened the boot, then I heard her talk, “We have been compromised! I repeat, we have been compromised! We are now going dark! No, you stupid cunt…they knew we were there…someone has compromised us! No, don’t be fucking stupid…I got their ID! They were embassy…diplomatic immunity! Well, that was till I shot the fuckers! Yes, both terminated…I had no fucking choice you stupid cunt! Don’t even start…I’m going dark! I don’t know…I will contact you when we are safe!”Everything went quiet. I heard a zip – sounded like a bag – then the car bounced. I looked up, but couldn’t see anything, then Stacy appeared – she was wearing a blue nurse’s uniform. She had on new black tights, a short black leather jacket, a rucksack, a sports bag and 2 bags – I recognised from my house.”We need to be quick, Bradley! Take these two bags…start walking down that alleyway over there…do not look back…I will be right behind you! Put this on as well!”Stacy passed me a navy-blue cardigan; I put it on as I stepped out the car. My legs were so tense, I staggered as I went to walk – the muscles had seized from the stress of what had happened. I started to walk to the alleyway.When the loud bang hit my ears, I was halfway down the alleyway; I turned to see Stacy walking quickly behind me.”Keep going, Bradley…you’re doing really well!”Behind her I could see the Capri in flames; it was obvious she had set the petrol tank on fire. As we walked down the alleyway, it opened up into a large high street – it just sort of appeared! People were walking along doing their shopping. We had walked out in amongst ordinary life. Nobody looked at us – it was just an ordinary day. People were walking dogs, couples were holding hands walking past us – everything was normal. Stacy crossed the road and started to walk towards a large park. Just before the park on the corner of a road was a large hotel. Stacy put her arm round Bradley, indicating that they were going to the hotel.As they walked in, an instant warm atmosphere greeted them; it was really obvious from the temperature outside that the hotel was much warmer. Two young girls sat in reception – both smiled at us like robots. The blonde girl said “Hi!”Stacy walked over to her, put her bags down.”Hi…we are on a training course starting tomorrow…got here a day too early! Any chance of a deal on a room with two single beds? Not expensive, please…we are nurses! Any chance of a deal, please?”The two receptionists smiled. The dark-haired nurse said “Are you going to be at the Brompton hospital? They always book here for their staff! Let’s see if we can get you the discount!?”Stacy smiled “Stupid cow! It’s my fault…the course starts tomorrow…one day early! How stupid am I?”They all laughed together, as the brunette girl typed on a keyboard, “Oh wow! Look…we got a room! Tell you what…I can put this through on their account! Shall I do that?”Stacy smiled, “Does it include dinner and breakfast?””Yeah…two single beds, dinner, breakfast! Shall I book then?Stacy smiled “What do you think, Brenda? Shall we do this? I can sort it at the hospital in the morning!””Yeah…let’s do this then!”The receptionist typed away on the keyboard; Stacy gave false details about everything that they asked. Next thing was a key fob handed over to Stacy.”Do you need help with your bags?””No, Brenda and I are fine…thanks for this! Can we do room service for dinner? We are shattered…we had such a day! Brenda and I have been right in amongst the shit and bullets today!””Sure, no problem! Call room service…they will bring it up to your room!”We stood by the lifts, “Why did you call me Brenda?””Shut up, Brenda…you need to be a nurse! Just smile as you get in the lift!”The lift arrived with a loud ping; the doors opened, and we walked in. Stacy pressed 5; the doors closed, and we went up to the 5th floor. They pinged again when we got to the 5th floor – the doors opened. Stacy walked out. She looked at the keys and we walked down a corridor. Stacy stopped outside 518. She got the key and opened the door.It was a big room; two big single beds, it had some large draws, and a TV was sitting on top of the draws. It was not Buckingham Palace, but it was really nice considering what they had just been through.”I’m taking the bed by the window…you take this one!”Stacy threw her bags on the bed; she looked out the window – everything seemed normal, traffic was going by – nobody knew they were there.I sat on my nominated bed for the night. I was shaking, I could feel the stress of everything – it was overwhelming as the tears began to roll down my face. It was all too much – losing Mum and Dad, car chases, guns, everything – was creating a massive unreal nightmare. It wasn’t a dream – it was actually happening! I put my hands up to my eyes, not realizing that Stacy was sitting on the bed with me.”It’s ok, darling…stop crying…I will look after you, Brenda…you have me now! I promise, no one will hurt you!”I grabbed Stacy, my body was shaking, she held me close and rocked me slowly for a few minutes – it seemed to help. I pulled away from Stacy and stared at her face. I hadn’t really noticed her face – she was really pretty! You could see in her features that she was very petite; her face was clearly of mixed race – the Asian part of her face clearly showed Asian eyes – this clearly meant mixed Asian parents! It suddenly struck me – she must be half Vietnamese!Stacy smiled at me, then moved her head towards mine. We started to kiss – it was slow. The kissing was not award winning, but our tongues and lips seemed to explore each other slowly. It was very sexual as we kissed. Stacy put her hand between my legs – my cock was so hard, her firm hand started to stroke my cock through my nurse’s uniform. Stacy pushed me back onto the bed.”Hold on, let me take this off!””No way, darling…you look so fucking hot! I’m going to fuck you in your nurse’s uniform! I want Brenda’s cock inside me right now! Stay there…don’t move a muscle!”
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