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    Saturday

    Saturday

    Chicago was covered in snow that kept on falling. A thick carpet muffled the sound of footsteps, but the city was far from silent. Excitement was the general atmosphere, with Christmas lurking around the corner. It was late at night and the city would have been wrapped in darkness if it hadn’t been for the many flashing lights, neon lights, Christmas decorations…

    Chicago Field Hospital was no different. The surroundings had been decorated cheerfully, despite the place being one where people died every day. It was cheerful, because many more people survived every day. As always, it was hard to find a spot on the parking lot that was nearly full. Chicago Field Hospital was always busy, anyone working there would never be bored. But sometimes, one has to sit back and think about the past day, think through what happened and try to cope with it.

    Doctor Bette Porter’s office was dark. Lights from outside fell into the room, faded, a weaker reflection of who they really were. Bette Porter herself felt like a weaker reflection of who she really was. Not even her computer screen was casting some light at her desk; for the first time in ages she had turned it off. She was very aware of herself, she was very aware of her body and of her mind. Aware that she was there, alive, healthy… unlike him. Unlike Daniel Carter.

    She sighed and rubbed her temples, willing the tears not to fall. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and strands had come loose, as they always did. Her shift had passed hours ago but she had been incapable to stop working. She had to keep on going, the adrenaline rush was the only thing that kept her moving, that kept her from falling into a black whole that was impossible to crawl out of on her own. And she was very much on her own.

    Before she could stop it, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She whiped it away quickly, but there was nobody to see her. She had sent her team home for a well-deserved rest, Christmas time was always busy with the loads of snow and the icy roads. A few of them were on stand-by in case a new patient came in. Her team… she cared deeply for all of them. They had been working together for quite some years now and that was rare in this hospital, where teams changed like underwear. People left to go to quieter places, or because they wanted to settle down, which was close to impossible with a hectic job like this. Young people, fresh from college, came to gain experience and sometimes sticked around.

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    Comments

    1. I sense that your next one-off will be entitled “The Time of Her Life” – a sexy narrative featuring a hot/naughty new physician from Chicago who discovers her lust for her boss/ physician is fully reciprocated. Whew! I’m sure this story melted some Chicago snow! Lovin’ your work as always Genner.

    2. Wow what an amazing story, I loved it, and Doctor Bette sounds so sexy, don’t you agree?? Thanks G, you are amazing and pleases post the next up date soon. Love

    3. Surely you will give us the next chapter very, very soon. I want to see how Bette reacts to having the best time of her life. We know when thede two gettogether, someone will have the time of her life. PPS

    4. Surely you will give us the next chapter very, very soon. I want to see how Bette reacts to having the best time of her life. We know when thede two gettogether, someone will have the time of her life. PPS

    5. I love your tibette stories. I think you’re one of the best that can really capture the meaning of the moment correctly with words. One thing that I’d like to read more is how Tina makes love to Bette. It be fun to read how much pleasure Bette can enjoy from Tina too. CHeers!

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