The brunette looked familiar! She'd seen her somewhere, around town, in the hospital perhaps. Sooner or later the nurse would run across her in a small town like this. She'd never made it with a girl herself, but the brunette looked so damn sexy and stacked, so passionate.
The nurse closed her purse and stared at Al Langley on the stretcher and wondered. Suppose he wasn't crazy but a genius, like his wife said? Suppose he did actually invent something called Creative Cunt Control? A hot, rising curiosity stirred in her blood.
Because if he could invent Creative Cunt Control, maybe he could invent Creative Cock Control. The idea of controlling long, throbbing pricks by remote control or whatever method he used fascinated her, excited her tremendously. She would definitely look Langley up as soon as he got out of the Psych Ward.
If he ever got out of the Psych Ward…