Re: Chapter 2: Mary, Mary... not quite so contrary!

["Norm Mugford" <1alarm@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

But, But.......DID THE BIKINI STRAP BREAK?
Oh lord...the agony.......
Did it break?
Did it break

QUICK....

WE WANT TO KNOW.........

Norm

"Frank Olson" <feolson@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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> The second floor nursing station was an oasis of soft light. Mary pointed
> out the ancient Edwards Nurse Call panel and the series of LED''s that
> served as the status indicators for the floor's mag locks. All the
> indicators glowed "red".
>
> "That''s very strange", I said. "This panel says all the doors are
locked."
>
> "Yes. We didn't know about the problem until I saw Mrs. S. wander by the
> window. I paged a code pink and we got everyone squared away before we had
> Pat call you".
>
> "OK", I said. "I'm going to go and drop one of the exit keypads and see
what
> we've got."
>
> The area in front of the nurses station had several comfortable looking
> chairs scattered about similar to the one that blocked the exit door
through
> which Mary and I had just entered. A couple of elderly ladies were seated
in
> them. Both were asleep.
>
> "It's pretty late", Mary said. "Most everyone's been put to bed, so except
> for Mrs. S., you shouldn't have too many interruptions."
>
> I sighed inwardly, and wrenched my mind away from thinking about the
glimpse
> of pink lace peeping from the cleavage of Mary''s uniform to the business
of
> troubleshooting the system. I pushed away the vision of her lounging on a
> deck chair, the sun caressing the soft smooth cinnamon hued skin revealed
by
> her thong.. I pulled a number 2 Robertson from my belt and got down to the
> business of removing the keypad from the wall box. I'd noticed that the
red
> status LED on the keypad was dark as I'd approached the exit door. Another
> heavy arm chair was blocking the door itself.
>
> Hmmm.. I thought to myself.. No wall box. The keypad was mounted to the
wall
> with drywall anchors. About a yard of wire followed it out as I gently
> pulled it away. The wall had been recently painted. I pulled my trusty
Fluke
> from my tool-belt and confirmed that there was in fact no power to the
> keypad or the mag lock. I reinstalled the keypad and made my way back to
the
> nursing station where Mary was comfortably ensconced in a desk chair. I
> envied that chair.
>
> "That feels nice," murmured Mary as I smoothed lotion over her back. She'd
> rolled over onto her tummy and untied the string of her bikini top so I
> could apply the #30 SPF sunscreen more easily. I snapped back to reality
as
> Mrs. S. came up to me giving her walker an agitated shake.
>
> "I need you to bring in my Piano", she said. "It's outside in the rain and
> it's getting wet".
>
> "Sorry, Mrs. S, I'm not part of the Piano Movers Local #711. If I touch
your
> piano, I could get myself into a whole lot of trouble."
>
> "Oh.. Well.. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble," she replied, and
> wandered off pushing her walker along in front of her and mumbling to
> herself.
>
> "I'm going to have to get in there", I said to Mary, pointing toward the
> Nurse Call Annunciator, my eyes glued to the two soft globes under her
> uniform top.
>
> "Be my guest", she replied, as she eased the waist strap of her bikini
> bottom lower to reveal the glorious firm sculpted flesh of.. She moved her
> chair over to the computer work station and busied herself there.
>
> I pulled the front panel away from the door annunciator and swung open the
> dead front. I sucked in my breath as Mary rolled over on the lounger.
>
> "Whoa", I exclaimed. "What a dirty pair of relays. I'm going to have to
run
> back to the van and get some more sunscreen".. Mary looked at me
> quizzically. "I mean contact cleaner".. I mentally kicked myself.. "and my
> ladder."
>
> Another nurse came down the hall carrying a tray of medication.
>
> "Judy. Could you look after the desk for a few minutes while I take Jim up
> to his van?"
>
> "Sure thing."
>
>
>
> Stay tuned, Allan!!... Chapter Three - Snakes and Ladders...
>
>