The Nurse

Don't you understand, you dumb little bitch, you all belong to me," the
tall, lithe woman laughed. "Who do you think is running this show,
anyway?" The eighteen-year-old white girl shivered in her thigh-high nightgown,
her soft, creamy flesh damp with the sweat of excitement and fear. She was
leaning against the dresser in her bedroom, nearly paralyzed with shock and
horror.