"The nurse_s hot itch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carver Mark)

CHAPTER SEVEN

The car hurtled through the night, tearing down the freeway like a rocket. Behind the wheel, Carol lit another cigarette with shaking fingers. Close call, very close call she thought with a trembling sigh. Still, it could have turned out one hell of a lot worse!

It was Benson's quick thinking that saved them, actually. What a shame she'd never be able to fully reward him for curing her. But Cindy would, and Benson would find a lot of hot consolation in that.

When she saw the expression on the face of Cindy's father at the door, Carol knew at once that he knew and in spite of her dreadful panic, she stalled him, telling him she'd be right back. At first she thought it was pure blind luck that he didn't have the cops with him, but she figured that one out too, once she had time.

Carol ran back to the bedroom and told Cindy her father was at the door, raging dangerously and that he must know about them. "My diary!" Cindy gasped, and in a few classic words of understatement the eighteen-year-old virgin told them about her intimate diary.

All Carol could remember thinking was, Holy Shit, we've had it. They said prison food was starchy and she'd be dumpy and sexless inside of a year…

Then Benson, that beautiful genius, came to the rescue. He said he'd handle the whole thing, just leave it to him. Quickly, he dressed – all three of them dressed, trying to look desperately innocent – and then the doctor let Cindy's father in and practically dragged him into the kitchen. For thirty minutes Cindy and Carol, both trembling with panic, listened to furious outbursts and Benson's calm soothing voice from the living room.

Benson was a shimmering genius, Carol thought now as she fought the urge to accelerate to ninety. Leaving Cindy's father fuming in the kitchen, he came out and called Carol aside, explaining the situation. She was the scapegoat and would have to leave town at once, in order to save both Cindy's and his ass. Carol agreed only too quickly, hating starchy food. But what did he tell Cindy's father?

The psychologist told him that Carol was mentally ill and that he was trying to cure her. He'd said Carol was a raving nymphomaniac – that was true anyway, she realized – and that nothing would be accomplished by taking her to court except to drag Cindy through a horrible scandal. Besides, Cindy too was now in danger of becoming a lust-crazed nymphomaniac, having been infected by Carol's wild sex with her, and only fast, urgent treatment would save her from becoming another feverish Carol.

Fortunately, he, Benson, was a specialist in such matters. The best possible course for Cindy's sake would be to get her to his office early tomorrow morning, when he'd begin treatment. In return, Carol would leave town at once, never to return. Benson would treat Cindy free and cure her, he assured her dumbstruck father, and in fact that was why he was in Carol's apartment tonight, mainly to protect Cindy.

Benson told Carol he knew Cindy's father would agree, not only to avoid scandal and trouble, but because it was patently obvious he wanted to screw his daughter himself. And now that he had the upper hand, he undoubtedly would. So Cindy's father had dragged the terrified virgin out of the apartment, warning Carol if she were there in the morning he'd call the cops and to hell with the scandal.

All in all, Carol told herself everything had turned out fantastically, considering. Cindy would be safe in Benson's hands, or at least sexually satisfied, if not overloaded by the horny psychologist. And Carol was cured and could climax now. She was free at last, headed north to San Francisco, able to swing without fear of going stark crazy from sheer frustration.