Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (68) Molly’s Breakfast Suprise
Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990 and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Ryan, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved men and women in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Pauline Barker who was a renowned philanderer who had a big house in the village of Shallowfield, a mile or so from Teardrop Lake.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Pauline put it about every bit as much as Molly did and played the field for both teams.
Another regular recipient of her not inconsiderable lust was paediatric registrar Polly Jones, a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes who was to all intents and purposes happily married to an oncologist, and she was happily married and had never been unfaithful to him with another man but other women were another matter and Molly was one of those lucky women.
They got together whenever they could, not as often as Molly would have liked but they made the most of it when they did.
They just had to be patient but for Molly that was sometimes easier said than done.
Polly was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
She looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and it appeared she had an unexpected houseguest, she had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
She knew who it wasn’t, her husband Derek, he was in Geneva for an Oncology seminar.
She was a bit miffed about being woken up as she was having a delicious dream about an operating table and the theatre sister, so she got out of bed and went to investigate the noise wearing a frown.
She threw on her robe and crept quietly downstairs, pausing only to stop and pick up a vase for self-defence.
But as she approached the kitchen Polly suddenly hesitated as she caught sight of Molly sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
She didn’t make her presence known, instead she watched her through the crack in the door and smiled, because she was pleased to see her, because Polly had fallen in love with the slutty nurse.
“What are you doing here?” she asked “I thought you were on nights”
“I was but I swapped shifts with Danny” she replied
“Why?” Polly asked as she walked towards Molly and kissing her full on the mouth.
“Because I knew you were home alone and I really wanted to see you” Molly replied
“You’re horny you mean”
“Well yes, but that’s not the reason” she said
“Why then? If you just needed your itch scratching you could have used Samantha” Polly pointed out
“Because I missed you” she replied “and I just wanted to see you”
“So if I suggested that we just have breakfast together and nothing else, you would be happy with that”
“Yes” she replied and look down at her lap
“Because you’re special”
“What do you mean?” Polly asked with a racing heart
“I mean I think you’re special” she said “Very special”
“Are you trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Polly asked and held her breath
“You have to say it then” Polly insisted
It was hard for Molly because she’d never said it before, and meant it, because she had never felt it before but she took a deep breath and said
“I love you”
“Oh God I love you too” Polly said and wrapped her arms around her.