Chapter Thirty-Six
Karl remained stoic as the suppository was pushed in.
His body swung a little in the sling; she was really shoving it up there. That was all right though. The farther it was pushed in, the better it seemed to work. And he was going to need all the help he could get.
Nurse Drake obviously agreed, though she remained sprightly and upbeat about the challenge. Still wearing her night uniform, she’d brushed her hair, hung a stethoscope around her neck and even donned a traditional nurse’s cap: emphasizing her authority for him and her most meaningful identity for herself. At last she pulled her finger from his ass, and as he swung back into place she clucked her tongue in that endearing way she had.
“I think we need to secure you better. I can’t have you swinging away fro
