Chapter 3

The side door was ajar and he quietly slipped inside. His luggage was not a priority; he could have retrieved them in the morning. It was Della he wanted to get another look at, and probably catch her snoozing on the job. And if she wasn't he could say he was there to retrieve his stuff.

The little office was empty, but the back room had a faint glimmer of light emanating from it. The patients' beds were there and only in the event of serious injury or severe illness were inmates allowed to spend the night there and that too under armed guard. There were no guards outside the clinic that night. But there certainly was someone in the sickroom. He could hear soft whispers. Her voice was distinct, and the other was deep and low. She was in there, with a man. Who could it be? One of the guards? The warden? Surely, it couldn't be an inmate.

Rochester held his breath and silently tiptoed into a position he could get a view of inside the sickroom without being seen. Della was standing there, he hands on her hips and her skirt hitched up high. The supple roundness of her naked buttocks sent a surge of want through him. Her soft moans echoed inside his head, sending chills down his spine and making his young cock strain painfully against his trousers.

He held back a gasp as he saw the man kneeling before her, his face lodged between her thighs. He looked quite rough, heavily muscled with thick prominent veins all over his tattooed arms. He couldn't see his face, but he was naked and his cock was standing up like a police baton.

"Come on, baby." He heard her throaty groan. "Skewer me already."

"Yeah, baby." The tattooed man rose up and pushed her down on the bed, spreading her legs and thrusting his erection between her moist opening. "I waited all week for this."

"We have all night, Mel." Della moaned with lust. "Fuck me, you bastard... fuck me hard, all night long."

"Fucking slut, I love it when you talk dirty to me." Mel grunted, slamming his hips hard into hers, his thick cock down to the root inside her.

He had to be a convict, Rochester decided, none of the guards there looked like that. And what the hell was Della doing fucking one of the homicidal inmates. He swallowed hard, a cold sweat chilling him to the bone. But this was great; he suddenly felt a surge of triumph. This was better than catching her asleep on the job. In fact this could get her fired. A malevolent gleam came over his dark eyes and he wished he had his camera-phone with him then. But he was not allowed to carry one inside the prison. It didn't matter; his word would have to do.

He returned his gaze at the fornicating duo; she was on top now, straddling his cock like a horny cowgirl, her hot sexy buttocks in full view. The convict's massive cock gleamed in her juices as she rode him, sliding in and out of her with frenetic intensity. She didn't stifle her moans at all, whimpering and grunting with abandon. She probably didn't expect anyone to be there and had been doing this for years, the young doctor concluded. This was his chance, he knew, to get a piece of the action. Life here wouldn't be as bad as he had feared after all; he grinned and silently slunk away.

"We will discuss our new friendship in the morning, my dear Nurse Swanson." He whispered to himself, relishing the memory of her nakedness as he hurried away. "I'm going to take this one day at a time, one beautiful day at a time."

"Time?" The redhead stared at him bleary eyed. "Why, sure... I've got time. It's not like I have a life outside this job."

"Hm, I like your sense of sarcasm, Della." Rochester smiled as he sipped his coffee. "But you look like hell... not getting enough sleep, or are you working too hard... maybe both?"

"All my life, so far, Doc." She replied, smoothing down her rumpled uniform with her hands, making her impressive bosom even more prominent.

"Let's do away with the cumbersome titles, Della." He said, licking his lips. "Call me Liam."

"Okay, Liam." She gave him a tired smile. "What is it you want to know? ...I've already briefed you on everything to get you through with the day."

"Yes, that was very decent of you." The young doctor acknowledged.

"Part of the job." Della shrugged. "I'd expect you to do the same when I meet you again this evening."

"Hey, you can count on me." Rochester sat upright and drummed his fingers on the desk. "But I was just curious... why would a woman like you – you're obviously very attractive and could have any job you like... but why here in a prison?"

"I don't know... maybe it's my calling." She yawn and arched her back."Either this or a nun."

"A nun?" He almost laughed.

"I like taking care of people... especially lost souls."

"Like these prisoners." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, some of them are truly repentant." The redhead replied, clasping her hands together under her breasts for emphasis.

"I suppose you play a part in their rehabilitation." He grinned, his brazen stare lingering on her bosom.

"I do what little I can, and hope for the best." She followed his gaze and smirked. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

"Yes, of course." He looked up at her. "And I'd guess this one is mine."

"Yes, and no matter what you did to get here, if you truly – deep in you heart – are sorry, you will find retribution, no matter what."

"I do believe I will, Nurse." He gave her another wide smile.

"Yes, you will, Doctor." She smiled back.