beestealer

Well.... many of will not know that I am working for a mental health trust of the NHS.... I'm leading a project, that I'm not going to get into details about here... mostly coz it's confidential and things like this are data protected.... BUT.

I had my first visit to a medium security CAMH ward today (AKA Child and Adolesant Mental Health). I think I may have found the love of my life! She's kooky and attractive and young and interesting!

I came through the locked doors at the reception of the building and through onto one of the wards... I was hereby greeted by a curvy blue eyed girl, she had long nipple length, straight blonde hair, with a pair of neat black glasses tucked ontop of her head and was wearing knee length, loose white linen skirt matched with a tight white blouse and a pair of cherry red DMs, untied. She must have noticed me blush when I shook her hand and asked to see the ward manager, as she smiled sweetly, in that way girls do when they see a guy crumble at the sight of them. There was an awkward exchange of purposes, her voice was soft and pretty well recieved without being posh, I swallowed too much.

She heel toed and quickly disappeared round a corner, the male nurse that was guiding me eyed my reaction. 'We don't often get young lads working round 'ere, I bet you're looking out for a pretty young nurse aren't ya?'. I laughed and laddishly told him I couldn't help but notice that the psych nurses were the pick of the crop. They're all relaxed and interesting people, with good stories and caring souls, without the bitterness associated with your average general nurse that deals with shit and blood all day. We giggled as the ward manager trotted round the corner her arms full of 'business'. But my mind was still running over the girls eyes and how foolish I felt at my blushing, it always highlights my acne.

The ward manager ushered us both down the corridor and towards the main office. The nurse and his manager took the lead and began to chat about the recent intake and the dealings of the day. Someone on one of the intensive wards in another building had set fire to themselves that morning and it was pretty hot news, when I heard a soft call from behind me. 'Jason! Jason one moment'... it sounded like the voice of that young psych nurse, my breath left me and I choked for a split second. She must have read my name from my ID, I didn't remember telling her, I had thought that was odd at the time surly she'd need to tell her manager who I was. I passed it off as her simply being gorgeous and talented and peceptive.

I turned with the nurse ahead of me as the ward manager turned herself around the next corner. There she was, the young blonde. Naked. She had a beautiful body, her breasts were about as perky as they get with nipples naturally aching to face sky and a pinched waist with a cute, slim, pot belly, leading down to her curvy hips. She had politely trimmed dark hair above her pussy shaved to a wide stripe. She was still wearing the DMs. Simply gorgeous, my jaw dropped (you had to check her out didn't you - ED). 'Please Jason! If you marry me, they'll let me go home'... The male nurse strode past me, pulling off his long sleave top and wrapping it round her, giggling. 'No no Alice, we'll let Jason and Rachel get on with their business, back to your room'. Rachel was stood behind me now, 'You'll get used to the adolecent wards Jason', her eyes dropped and her voice got a bit harder, 'Never go on the wards alone. We can stop in my office if you like?'....

Turns out she was a 'service user'.... damn it!

Soooooooooooooooo.... I've had a busy day doing business. At least even if my investigation shows that I can't go forward and action the project proposal, I've got some stories .