Summary of prior episode: Anna impulsively had sex last night with a young patient due for major surgery, other patients noticed and her staff are suspicious, now she must tell her husband.
Anna drove home in a dream after her shift ended. Her husband and two young children were not awake yet, it was a Sunday. She quietly slipped into the bathroom and ran a deep bath, throwing her semen stained underwear into the wash with other laundry and started a cycle. She began a long soak in the bath, thinking only of the coming conversation, with her husband James. When they married seven years ago, they promised to be absolutely honest with each other about everything. What happened last night was the first big test of this and their marriage.
The family was starting to stir and James shouted a greeting into the bathroom, as he helped the two and six year olds to dress. Anna shouted back cheerfully, but felt anything but. Getting out of the bath, after drying she put on a robe and went out to make breakfast for everyone. The kids came in to the kitchen and gave her a hug, James did the same, gripping her Ass longer than strictly necessary in front of the kids. Even after eight years, they were still in love and couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Anna went up to bed for a sleep after breakfast, whilst James took the kids to the park, on this bright, warm Autumn day. Sleep didn't come of course and when she got up, she was determined to get her confession out of the way as quickly as possible. That opportunity arose, when the children went out to play in the garden. Anna made coffee for both of them and sat James down in the kitchen.
"Jamey, I've made a terrible mistake," then Anna told her husband quietly, what had happened with Tim, the eighteen year old patient that night.
"Mistake, MISTAKE, that's forgetting to pay a bill or fuel the car. This is a betrayal of me and the kids, your work ethics, possibly the end of your career, mistake you say." James replied, struggling to control his fury.
"Did you enjoy it, did you come?"
"Don't say that, don't make it worse," Anna replied, her head down, trying to avoid looking at him.
"Did you come?" James persisted.
"Yes, but you know me, I always come, that's the way I am."
"Yes a bitch and a whore; you know, before we married, you're friends in London thought it a kindness to tell me about you're reputation in the Hospital, all you're boyfriends, the parties where you were the main attraction. I didn't believe them, I should have shouldn't I, SHOULD'NT I?" James was getting more upset.
"Yes, I suppose so, but look, I'll resign, I'll leave the hospital as soon as I can," Anna replied, trying to placate him.
"Don't be even more stupid, you know we can't manage without the money and you're not qualified for anything but Hospital Nursing.
No, you'll have to go in tonight and try and sort it out with you're colleagues. You got yourself into this mess, get yourself out.
I'll sleep in the spare room for the moment, till we work out what must be done," James finished speaking.
"Jamey, that's not necessary, please, would you rather I hadn't told you and broke our promise to each other?"
"Yes of course I would," her husband replied.
The rest of Sunday passed in near silence, as Anna prepared the Sunday lunch, Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding, her families' favourite. James barely looked at or spoke to her. She thought about phoning in sick, but it would only delay the problem and might increase the other nurse's suspicions.
Whilst her husband prepared the kids for bed, Anna got dressed for the night shift on the trauma and orthopaedic wards she was responsible for. On reaching the hospital, she followed the normal procedures, attended evening handover, then she gave her staff instructions what to do. In truth, they needed no direction, they were all very experienced. Nothing was said about last night by the other nurses, but the mood was strained, except with Phyllis, a tall West Indian women in her mid 40's, she was always cheerful and hadn't been at work last night.
Anna started the night meds round on the female ward, putting off her problems. On the men's ward, Tim was one of her last stops. He looked much more cheerful and told her about the operation and how much better he felt already.
"I told you everything would be OK, didn't I," Anna told him with a smile.
Tim's hand moved up her thigh, under her dress, across her stocking tops and started caressing her Ass.
"Now Tim, last night was a one off, we agreed, it was great though, honestly," Anna said as she pulled away a little from him.
"Ok Anna, you can't blame me for trying, you are stunning, you know that."
"Why thank you sir," Anna laughed as she left the room.
Now she couldn't avoid it any longer, the four boys in room seven were still there as she entered the room.
"Have you been shagging little Timmy again, you minx?" Andrew, their apparent ringleader, asked her.
"I hope you got some rest today, you must be tired out," Andy said and the others sniggered.
Anna chose to ignore them, handed out the night medication and left as soon as she could, breathing a sigh of relief as she lent against the door outside. She then forgot them as she carried out a number of procedures, giving IV antibiotics, dressing surgical wounds and emptying wound drains.
At about three in the morning, Joanna from the male ward found her on the female ward, to tell her that Jack in room 7 was complaining of pain and was asking for analgesics. Anna's anxiety started to rise again and she asked Joanna if she would come with her for moral support.
"Sister, I'm busy as it is, you'll have to manage."
The lights were on and Andrew was standing in the middle of the room. As she entered, one of the others moved behind her to block and close the door. The man in front of her was big, 6ft 5inches and heavily built. His complexion was dark from outside work, with coarse features and black curly hair, including thick chest hair. In short, he wasn't Anna's type at all.
"We've been thinking, haven't we boys, is it fair that Tim gets fucked by you and not us? I mean there is no discrimination in the NHS, is there?" Andrew said.
"Don't be silly, nothing of the sort happened," Anna snapped back, becoming impatient with this nonsense.
Andrew indicated over her shoulder, where one of the others was swinging a stethoscope and mimed putting it against the wall.
"You won't forget this, I've never had any complaints. You'll forget little Timmy and hubby when I've finished with you. You won't be able to sit down for a week, but you'll have a permanent smile on your face," Andrew smirked.
Anna had heard this sort of puerile nonsense before and the bigger the claims, the bigger the magnifying glass she had needed, when words were translated into action. Nevertheless she started backing away from the large, brutish builder in front of her. Someone grabbed her arms and effortlessly pinned them behind her.
"Don't be a fool, I'm a Senior Nurse with two wards to run, this is assault, it's rape," Anna nervously replied, trying to maintain her authority.
"Don't be in such a rush, it's only assault, we'll get onto rape later. Isn't she keen for it boys?"
The rest of the boys all laughed again, but one, Billy, said,
"She's right though Andy, she is responsible for the wards, we can't."
"If your scared Billy, lie on your bed and jerk off watching the rest of us doing her, it's your loss.
She's just another Tart anyway, shagging young patients, hardly normal NHS treatment, is it?" Andy replied.
Andy moved up to Anna and started un popping her front fastening nurse's dress, then pulled it off, throwing it onto one of the beds. That seemed to shut them up, she knew she was a magnificent sight. For some reason, Anna had put on one of her "Saturday Night Specials", the sexy and expensive Lingerie her husband bought her every Christmas. Why it was her present and not his, she had never really understood. This was their favourite and the first he had bought, it still fitted perfectly. The pink trimmed, white half cup bra, barely contained her firm 36D breasts or the large nipples. The matching thong was so brief, it barely covered her trimmed pubes and the thin string between her buttocks, hid none of her womanly, perfect buttocks. Her legs were covered by her normal hold up stockings.
No, she really couldn't say it was an accident, putting on this provocative lingerie, she must have meant to, even subconsciously. Anna hung her head as the boys examined her, silently. She was a beautiful, intelligent women, these boys in front of her, could never have dreamed of. It was like a public service, a once in a lifetime offer for them to enjoy. With that thought, she raised her head and stared at them defiantly.
Andy took her arms and showed her off, pulling back the shoulders to emphasise her breasts and turning her round, to show her Ass.