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I dare you Not to get Hard, reading this Story

This is coming from a woman, it is a true account of a part of my life that really happened, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. I would love to say in my defence that I was going through a stressful part in my life, but somehow that plea does appear weak, so I have to be honest with you readers, I am a pervert, and only this can excite me, let me start at the beginning, and tell you like it happened, and you will be my judge, and perhaps say something in the comments section, even call me and we can talk over coffee, I will make myself available if you are near me. After I had graduated from Nursing College and took up internship at one of the cities hospitals. There were times when my parents thought I would seek a Medical degree, but I lost interest in studying, thanks to my indulgence in weed, alcohol, and d**gs. In my second year I became a wild girl, I was turning eighteen and getting out of control, which meant sex, I was shagging everything and anything, nothing was sacred as most of the time I was stoned out of my mind. I took a year’s semester and got cleaned up, no booze or d**gs, and no sex, I was on the wagon in my twenties, and for eighteen months, almost became a nun, it had been so long now I wondered if my little lady would heal up. I would on occasions rent a porn movie to see if the spark was there, I even got friendly with old guy at the porn shop one night, and finished up giving him a hand job, but nothing, not even a twitch. ...

... After graduating I moved away again to another town where I became a 'Pinkie', starting at the lowest rung on the nursing ladder, where cleaning up shit, washing old men's crotches, and taking a lot of what they put down to banter, giving hand-jobs, blow-jobs and letting yourself be groped, had its benefits, financially. A few other girls were doing it for the money, but I was rated the highest, because I had the body and the looks, I was a natural, only that all I got out of it was the money. Then one day I saw an advert in the local press for a nurse with experience to look after a comatose girl. I applied and got an interview. On the day I took a taxi out there, a big mansion house with many rooms, and a middle-aged to late aged couple. They struck me as very nice and well educated, who in return found my manner both pleasant and educated. Their daughter was a girl of sixteen, who had been involved in a car crash and had left her brain damaged, starting off in a vegetative state, and over the years had slowly showed signs of improving, but still unresponsive and unable to communicate, for most of her day she slept unresponsive. My job was on many levels, check her drips, wash and change her, and wipe her ass. The salary was good, much better than my hospital wages, and soon I settled-in with my live in position, I had an apartment all to myself, in staff quarters, within a fifteen minute walk to the main house. Their daughter was a very beautiful girl, as if she had stopped ...