1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... version. It didn't make for a harmonious working relationship.

Eventually, the surgeon said, "Sister, could you spare me a few minutes in my consulting room?"

Once alone he continued, "I am so sorry, we both allowed our lust to get the better of us.

"It is clear that we need to take some action to resolve the situation."

"What do you propose?" asked Celeste, feeling that he may genuinely be remorseful.

"Well, it's a bit radical but a chap that I was at Glasgow with has a practice in a small village down by the South Coast.

"He is looking for an experienced nurse who is not ignorant of the ways of the world. From what he tells me, you would be perfect."

Celeste was incandescent, "So, your plan is to get rid of me onto some cronie of yours."

"No, no, far from it. I honestly thought that you may like it," said McLeash, somewhat taken aback by her outburst.

"Please believe me, I have your interest at heart.

"You have nothing to lose by hearing what he has to offer, do you?"

"What does he have to offer?" asked Celeste, cynically.

"I'm not sure exactly. He says that he could come up to Bristol on Saturday next. I believe that you are not working then. He would like to buy you luncheon and explain exactly what was involved.

"It would commit you to nothing," said Mr McLeash.

"I suppose that you could be right," conceded Celeste.

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From the very first moment that Adrew saw Celeste ...

... seated in the restaurant he was smitten.

She fitted exactly his image of an ideal woman. Dark hair, dark eyes and the curvaceous figure that only comes with full maturity. She oozed physicality in the way that some Cornish women do.

When she smiled he was lost.

"Pleased to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

As Celeste shook it she replied, "Likewise but I hope that I am not wasting your time."

"To be honest Angus McLeash has bet me ten pounds that you won't take the job. I am not building my hopes up as the old skinflint only ever backs certainties," laughed Andrew. Over lunch, he outlined exactly what he was looking for and what the job entailed. Celeste wasn't put off that it involved a certain amount of admin work. A ward sister's lot had a fair amount of that too.

Andrew understood completely when she confided that when she was growing up in a small village all she wanted to do was get away. At forty, she had grown quite nostalgic for the village pace of life.

"For me city life suits my outside interests but sometimes I feel as if I need a change," she said.

Andrew, sensing that there could be a faint chance that she would take the job, said, "There is a lovely little cottage for rent in the village. The practice could cover the cost as well as matching your current salary.

"I could get you a car as well. Do you drive?"

"I've never needed to. I either get the tram or the bus but mostly I walk," explained.

"Or a bike, it's not a very big ...