work?”
Hayley was one of our midwives and I found her very easy to get on with. She was always smiling and happy, loved life, and totally enjoyed her job.
“Was thinking about doing some shopping . . . why? Did you want to come over for a chat and catch up?
“Definitely," she said literally beaming. “I'll grab us some champagne and sorbet and make some slushies."
“Better make it lemonade or non-alcoholic champers if you can find some. Don’t want this kid coming out with FAS!”
She gasped.
“Oh you’re not, are you?”
I nodded and smiled.
She was so excited she jumped up and down on the spot. I had to go back to work and asked her to meet me at home around 9 this evening. Then I could tell her everything. She hugged me again, kissed me on the cheek, and practically skipped off down the street. She always made me smile and I felt a little better as I drove back to the hospital.
Chapter 13
Your Worst Nightmare
The man sat in his car, waiting for her to appear. He'd been watching her from afar for a long time now. Recently she'd gone away for a while and he'd never found out where. He just knew she wasn’t going to work every day as usual. He'd memorised her schedule and knew her shifts well. Now she was back, and he sat patiently waiting for her to get out of her car. He watched and waited, diligent and focused. He was drawn to her as he'd been to the others, but everything had to be perfect before putting his plan into action.
He'd taken his time with each one of them, but they'd all led to disappointment, all crying like pathetic little children for him to let them go. Not one of them could return the love he obviously possessed for them. He'd given them everything and still they did not love him or even appreciate him. For their disloyalty they'd paid the ultimate price—with their lives. Well, if he could not have their unconditional love he didn’t see why any other man should, either.
Yes, he would make the perfect husband and worship the ground she walked on. All he'd expect in return was her total devotion to him in the bedroom. It wasn’t too much for a man to ask from his wife. After all, wasn't it her duty to satisfy his every sexual need? The others had all been prudes and weren't willing to even try to please him.
"Why do they always shy away from me in disgust?" he wondered.
He was a good looking man who had a healthy sexual appetite and needed a woman who understood this. So far he hadn't found “The One.” They cowered and begged him not to hurt them. It wasn’t as if they were virginal and unaccustomed to the touch of a man. He had surveilled their exploits and conquests well before even taking them on their first date.
He knew how a woman should be treated. He would certainly shower his newest love interest with gifts, cook a beautiful meal with expensive wine, and set a romantic scene. Oh, he'd spare no expense and show her what being with him could be like. The others always whinged and moaned about going home without making an effort to reciprocate his feelings. Once in the bedroom they were totally clueless as to how to please their man. Surely this time would be different?
Once his conquests stepped foot into his love room they'd become hysterical and try to escape. He'd have to restrain them and tape their mouths shut to stop the screaming and struggling. He only wanted to teach them how to do it properly. No pain no gain, wasn’t that the motto? Well, he'd certainly shown them the pain but had so far fallen short on the gain.
True, they managed to get him in the mood but a few of them had died during the foreplay, well before he'd even finished his love making. Weak! How was he meant to finish when they went and died on him? He did prefer his woman to be moving and resorted to having sex with their lifeless bodies only out of necessity. Most, however, survived right to the end. Still, they lacked that certain something to leave him feeling fulfilled. Then
Hayley was one of our midwives and I found her very easy to get on with. She was always smiling and happy, loved life, and totally enjoyed her job.
“Was thinking about doing some shopping . . . why? Did you want to come over for a chat and catch up?
“Definitely," she said literally beaming. “I'll grab us some champagne and sorbet and make some slushies."
“Better make it lemonade or non-alcoholic champers if you can find some. Don’t want this kid coming out with FAS!”
She gasped.
“Oh you’re not, are you?”
I nodded and smiled.
She was so excited she jumped up and down on the spot. I had to go back to work and asked her to meet me at home around 9 this evening. Then I could tell her everything. She hugged me again, kissed me on the cheek, and practically skipped off down the street. She always made me smile and I felt a little better as I drove back to the hospital.
Chapter 13
Your Worst Nightmare
The man sat in his car, waiting for her to appear. He'd been watching her from afar for a long time now. Recently she'd gone away for a while and he'd never found out where. He just knew she wasn’t going to work every day as usual. He'd memorised her schedule and knew her shifts well. Now she was back, and he sat patiently waiting for her to get out of her car. He watched and waited, diligent and focused. He was drawn to her as he'd been to the others, but everything had to be perfect before putting his plan into action.
He'd taken his time with each one of them, but they'd all led to disappointment, all crying like pathetic little children for him to let them go. Not one of them could return the love he obviously possessed for them. He'd given them everything and still they did not love him or even appreciate him. For their disloyalty they'd paid the ultimate price—with their lives. Well, if he could not have their unconditional love he didn’t see why any other man should, either.
Yes, he would make the perfect husband and worship the ground she walked on. All he'd expect in return was her total devotion to him in the bedroom. It wasn’t too much for a man to ask from his wife. After all, wasn't it her duty to satisfy his every sexual need? The others had all been prudes and weren't willing to even try to please him.
"Why do they always shy away from me in disgust?" he wondered.
He was a good looking man who had a healthy sexual appetite and needed a woman who understood this. So far he hadn't found “The One.” They cowered and begged him not to hurt them. It wasn’t as if they were virginal and unaccustomed to the touch of a man. He had surveilled their exploits and conquests well before even taking them on their first date.
He knew how a woman should be treated. He would certainly shower his newest love interest with gifts, cook a beautiful meal with expensive wine, and set a romantic scene. Oh, he'd spare no expense and show her what being with him could be like. The others always whinged and moaned about going home without making an effort to reciprocate his feelings. Once in the bedroom they were totally clueless as to how to please their man. Surely this time would be different?
Once his conquests stepped foot into his love room they'd become hysterical and try to escape. He'd have to restrain them and tape their mouths shut to stop the screaming and struggling. He only wanted to teach them how to do it properly. No pain no gain, wasn’t that the motto? Well, he'd certainly shown them the pain but had so far fallen short on the gain.
True, they managed to get him in the mood but a few of them had died during the foreplay, well before he'd even finished his love making. Weak! How was he meant to finish when they went and died on him? He did prefer his woman to be moving and resorted to having sex with their lifeless bodies only out of necessity. Most, however, survived right to the end. Still, they lacked that certain something to leave him feeling fulfilled. Then
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