Several years ago, I was working as a nurse in a St Louis hospital. 16 years of walking the floors created a recurring pain in my knees. Instead of going to a doctor, I started stealing pain pills and charging them to patients. After many months, I got caught. The hospital reported me to the board of nursing and at the hearing it was decided that I would be put on probation and would need to attend therapy for a year.
I went to therapy with a counseling group not far from my Maryland Heights home. The agreement required attendance at a private session on Mondays from 7:30pm to 8pm, a group session on Mondays from 8pm to 9pm, and a second weekly group session on Thursdays from 8pm until 9pm. There was also a family support session during the Monday group meeting but my husband could only attend one night a month. He was an area vice president responsible for the mid-west and northwest United States and was on the road three weeks out of four. He would leave on Monday morning and come home on Friday.
There were 27 people in my group on Mondays and 19 people on Thursday night. Only 14 or 15 people attended both groups. There were only two other women and they each attended both sessions. Stacey Grant was a very good looking 22 year old with a bubbly personality. She was attending the sessions because she got caught using fake prescriptions that she generated on her computer to get prescription drugs. Mandy Vargas was a tall 30-year-old schoolteacher with a big rear end. She was sent to the group by a judge after two DUIs on successive nights.
The first two sessions were kind of blah as we went around the room and discussed our inner feelings as the counselor tried to get us to work past the stage of denial. During the third session, one of the men took exception at what another man said and they came to blows. Our nurse counselor, Lisa Bean, an Amazonian woman, jumped into the fight and wrestled the attacker to the ground. The other counselor came running in and the fight ended very quickly. James Lacey, the other counselor, was a black guy that had muscles on his muscles. The counselors called a time out while they talked privately with the two men involved in the fight. During the break, I went to the front porch and chatted with Mandy. She had been with the group for four weeks and felt very strongly that she didn't belong there. Several men went into the parking lot where it was suspected that they smoked stuff or drank. They sure were loud and seemed to be having fun. Stacey had gone around the side of the building with another group of men.
When we were called back to the meeting, Frank Saenz, who the Hispanics called Paco, came up behind Mandy and grabbed her rear end. Mandy blasted him in Spanish and he threw her a kiss. She wished that someone would step on him and I laughed. I found it funny because Frank is only 5'1" tall and weighs about 110lbs. As Stacey bounced past us, I noticed that the zipper on the side of her skirt was half way down but dismissed the fact as just an interesting tidbit.
During my next private session, Lisa informed me that several members of the group would get together an hour before the Thursday night session, break up into small groups, and go off to discuss their individual issues. She suggested that I try to meet the group as she thought it very beneficial in helping to put our demons to rest. I agreed to be there early and give it a try. I didn't agree because I wanted to go but because Lisa intimidated me. That woman was big, very big. Since I'm only 5', she looks about 6'6" although she's only about six feet tall. I wear a C cup but because of my size, they look large, yet Lisa's breasts dwarfed mine. Every thing about her made me feel small.
Thursday evening, I showed up early and by 7 there were 11 of us at the counseling center. Darren Bales agreed to take one group in his SUV. Stacey said she would go with him and Frank jumped up and said he was also going with Darren. Several of the men laughed at the scene. I was put in a group that would go with Juan Valdez, an older gentleman that was in therapy for multiple DUIs. Also in our group was Phillip Boudre, a 33 year old that also had a drinking problem. He had spent 30 days drying out in a treatment center before joining the counseling group. Jaime Perez and Jose Velasquez were the other two fellows in the group. Jose was a big guy with large ears, a large nose, and big hands with huge fingers. I was hoping that I wouldn't accidentally say something disparaging against Hispanics because that man could have squeezed me to death with his hands.
Juan's car was older and not that large. I was in the middle of the back seat with Jose on one side and Jaime on the other. It was a little cramped in the back seat. It was also difficult to remain ladylike with my legs spread because of that hump in the middle.
As we were leaving the parking lot, the men immediately started laughing and talking about Frank. Phillip bet everyone that Frank would have his little pecker out and would be feeding Stacey before they left the parking lot. They were bantering back and forth about that diminutive Mexican and I couldn't help but laugh at the mental pictures they painted. Then Jaime asked me if I sucked dick. Being a nurse, I had learned to meet all men's advances with humor. There was never any sense in pissing off the customer and all patients were customers. I told Jaime that I'd never be caught dead doing that.
The men started joking and betting about how good I was with my mouth. They made comments about sucking the chrome off a bumper hitch and sucking a golf ball through a garden hose. I kept quiet and let them joke back and forth.
They then started talking about Stacey again and how many men could fuck her in one session. Phillip and Jaime had had their turn with Stacey and they talked about how she loved doing all of them. Phillip said she got him hard with her mouth and then guided him in and tried to buck him off as she tried to take all of him. Stacey lay there and took all five of them, one at a time. Sitting in the back seat between two men with their thighs rubbing against mine and listening to all the sex talk was having an effect on me.
