Page 85 of Dirty Dancer
Mengele was a fucking doctor too.
Reviews wouldn’t be from the patients unless they read zero of five stars, the care here sucks. They don’t give a fuck if you recover, they just want your family money. Need to get rid of that troublesome relative? Pinetree is the place for you.
A scrape in the hallway cut through my mental composition of a review. I glanced at the door. It was reinforced. All you needed was the right set of keys to get in and out of it.
They’d changed the locks since my last visit. I could be patient. I mean, I wasapatient.
Laughter shuddered through me and I grinned. Iwasa patient. Thumping came from down the hall. Probably old Darryl running into the walls again. Darryl had been trying to take himself out for weeks. The man really sucked at it.
I could give him a hand. Offered even. He said he’d think about it.
Cool.
Another scrape in the hallway.
It was awfully late for a visit. Or early, I rarely slept so who the fuck knew what time it was.
Unless…
Excitement scraped along the nerves under my skin. Every once in a while, one of the orderlies got cocky and came down here to “beat” on the inmates.
Oh please pick me.
Please.
Ple—
The door locks tumbled against each other and then the door swung open.
Yes!
I didn’t move from my spot, but the last thing I expected was the kid from group and the bitch from the day room to fill the open doorway.
“Here. In you go.” She tried to shove the kid inside, but he just glanced off the wall and staggered away. Huh. The nurse pocketed more drugs than she distributed and she sure as fuck didn’t care how the patients were doing.
Pretty sure she liked banging crazy too. Too bad her family couldn’t afford Pinetree.
“Dammit,” she snarled, yanking the kid’s arm and something hit the floor. It skittered all the way into my room. A cell phone. Look, today was my lucky day. “What the hell was that?”
Without a sound, I was off the bed and at the doorway. The dumb bitch had her back to me. Was she trying to shove the kid in here? For what? Delivering meat to a lion?
Yeah, I didn’t kill on command.
Besides, the kid wasn’t so bad. He actually liked my stories.
This bitch though?
Oh, I didn’t like her.
At all.
She fought to drag the kid forward, not paying a lick of attention to me.
Hatefulandstupid. What a delightful combination.
The kid yanked away from her and she stumbled right back at me. I caught her head in my hands. For a moment, her whole body stilled. The world stilled. Flash-frozen, a split-second in time. Her hair was rough against my palms.
She really needed to get a better conditioner. I applied the right pressure with my fingers and gave a sharp twist. The crack of her neck spread through me like a mini-orgasm. Profound relief as her shrill presence blunted. Letting her go, I rode the wave of pleasure in the absolute perfection of that moment.