Chapter 4

Peter had spent the week reviewing files and making company to his grandfather, but what he really wanted was to return to St. Mary’s.

With a gentle click, Dr. McTavish closed his sleek, black briefcase and leaned back in his chair. “Your ribs are healing marvelously, Mr. Peterson. If no further complications arise, I have no qualms about clearing you to return to your duties,” he declared with a kind smile. Then he looked at Karen. “Good work taking care of our patient, Miss Macon.” She smiled back. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Peter let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Doc. This is a wonderful place, but I must admit, I feel rather useless just laying around all day,” Peter chuckled.

Dr. McTavish stood up from his desk and made his way towards the door. However, he stopped suddenly and turned back to face Peter with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, before I forget, my wife also wanted me to send her regards. She wishes you luck in your educational pursuits,” he said with a knowing smirk.

Peter furrowed his brow in confusion. “Doc, isn’t that ... I mean, you don’t have an issue with...”

“With my wife being a former St. Mary’s student and therefore very sexually experienced?” Dr. McTavish finished for him.

Peter nodded slowly.

The doctor laughed heartily and approached Peter’s bedside. “Not at all, my dear boy. My Bonnie and I have been happily married for twenty years now. And let me tell you, I reap the benefits of her education every day,” he joked with a wink. “But it’s not only the sex. She’s a great woman and mother, and part of it is due to her education. I’d gladly give my life for her.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “In fact, we’re already saving up to send our sixteen-year-old daughter there when her time comes. If they produce even half the results they did with my wife, I’m certain Christy will have a brilliant, happy future ahead of her.”

After the doctor left, Karen looked at him. “Would you like to have your penis sucked?” she asked.

Peter nodded gratefully. “Yes, please,” he said in a low voice.

Karen smiled back and leaned down to untie his pants. She lifted them off of him, revealing his lower body to her hungry gaze. Karen had the perfect mix of professional nurse and passionate lover, always knowing when to be one or the other.

She moved closer and trailed her fingers lightly over his chest and down his stomach, making him shiver with anticipation. Her touch was gentle but confident, since now she knew exactly what he liked.

Peter closed his eyes and let out a small moan as Karen’s hand wrapped around his already hardened member. Her touch was just what he needed right now. His body was used to daily sex with his students, and that was one of the things he missed. They had no problem visiting him at the hospital, but this manor was too far for daily visits to be practical. He also missed the energy, the passion that his young students brought to his life. And though it was hard to admit it, there was also a part of him that missed Mrs. Duran.

He became lost in the sensations as Karen’s mouth joined her hand, expertly pleasuring him with both. His breathing quickened as the pleasure built inside of him.

But just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Karen stopped abruptly and stood up straight again.

Peter opened his eyes in confusion to see Karen smiling down at him mischievously. “Not so fast,” she said with a wink before undoing her own blouse and skirt.

“You heard the doctor,” she said. “You’re cleared to resume your duties.”

Peter watched in amazement as Karen revealed her toned body to him. He had never seen her like this before, and he couldn’t deny how incredibly sexy she looked. A subtle perfume wafted from Karen’s exposed skin, mixing with the scent of arousal and desire that hung in the air. Peter couldn’t resist inhaling deeply as he took in her intoxicating scent.

She climbed onto the bed next to Peter and straddled him, guiding him inside of her eagerly waiting warmth. They moved together in sync, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with each other.

Lost in the moment, Peter forgot about everything else. He couldn’t believe how incredible Karen felt. She was responsive, eager, and skilled in ways he never imagined. It was a side of her he had never seen before, and it only added to his desire for her.

Their movements became more urgent as their senses were consumed by the pleasure they were experiencing. Karen’s moans grew louder as she bounced on Peter’s penis.

Their eyes locked as they both reached climax together, waves of pleasure washing over them. As they came down from their high, Karen collapsed onto Peter’s chest, both of them breathing heavily.

“You are incredible,” Peter said between breaths.

“I know,” Karen replied with a satisfied smile.

They lay there for a few moments in comfortable silence before Karen spoke again.

“You know,” she said, tracing circles on his chest with her finger, “This is more than a job for me. I’ve had a crush on you since I met you.”

Peter looked at her in surprise. He had never suspected that Karen had feelings for him.

“Karen...” he started.

Karen silenced him with a smile. “Oh, I’m not looking for a boyfriend or something like that,” she said. “I want you to understand that I’m not doing this only because it’s my work. I really like to have sex with you, and if after you leave you wish to have a little romp in the hay, I’m more than willing.”

Peter smiled, “I keep that in mind.”

They lay there for a little while longer before finally getting dressed.

That night, Peter was sitting in the kitchen of the manor, dining with Angela. They had a light dinner of salad and soup, and were now sipping on glasses of wine.

As they chatted and laughed over their meal, Peter couldn’t help but feel relaxed and at ease in Angela’s company. She had a calming presence about her, and he found it easy to open up to her.

“Angela, may I ask you a personal question?” Peter finally spoke up after a moment of silence.

“Shoot,” Angela replied with a smile.

“Well, you have sent me students for sex, and being present while somebody else is...” Peter trailed off, not quite sure how to finish his sentence.

“Are you asking why I never tried to have sex with you despite the fact that not only we have been in the same room in the middle of sexual situations but also that I find you incredibly attractive?” Angela finished for him.

Peter blushed at her straightforwardness. “Well, yes!” he admitted.

“That’s a rather personal question, you know,” she said playfully.

Peter lowered his head. “I’m sorry, I was out of line. Please...”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t answer it,” she interrupted him again with a smile.

Peter looked up.

“You remember what I told you about Mark?” Angela asked.

“Yes, I remember it,” he said.

“Well, I wasn’t too sincere then. I told you he had attempted to rape me. The truth is, he actually raped me.”

Peter’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think...”

“Stop apologizing!” she said sharply. Peter closed his mouth immediately, feeling guilty for bringing up such a painful memory for her.

“One of the consequences is that I lost my sex drive,” Angela continued after taking a sip of wine. “My psychiatrist says that it may return someday, but to date it hasn’t happened.”

Peter still didn’t say anything, preferring to wait for Angela to continue.

“I know it’s ironic, given my position at St. Mary’s. But it also makes me look at things in a more detached way, therefore being able to help the students in a more effective way.”

“I can see that,” Peter said.

Angela took his hand. “You know, I like the fact that not even once you have tried to put the moves on me. I know you find me attractive, but you restrain yourself out of respect for me. That’s why I know the students are safe with you, that you were a good choice for St. Mary’s.”

Peter smiled at that. “I like to think of you as my friend, too.” he confessed.

She stood up, went to him and hugged him. He returned the hug.

When she sat again, a thought came to him and he laughed aloud.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Remember when you gave me the ‘it’s family, after all’ bit when we talked about punishments?

“Yes, so?” “Well, I just realized that I’m also family.” Angela laughed with him.

“Good luck, my boy,” Mr. Hughes said with a twinkle in his eye.

Peter smiled gratefully at his grandfather’s words before mustering up the courage to say, “Thank you, grandpa.” It still felt strange to him to call the old man by such an endearing term, but he wanted to give him this small comfort. The conversations they had shared during the week had created a bond between them, one that Peter knew would only grow stronger over time. He could already imagine thinking of Robert Hughes as his true grandfather one day.

As the sleek black limo pulled up, Vicky and Peter both climbed into the back seat. After double-checking something on her phone, Vicky gave the driver a slight nod and he began to drive off. With a deep breath, Peter watched as what should have been his childhood home faded into the distance.

“Any news on the security front?” Peter asked Vicky.

“I have a lead on Michael Hughes. If he is planning to try something, we might -just might- get some warning in advance.” She looked at him. “No, you don’t need to know.”

“Okay,” Peter said. Better to leave security to the professionals, he thought.

As the car pulled up to St. Mary’s, Peter could see Angela and Mrs. Duran waiting for him at the gates. Vicky, always vigilant, stepped out first and scanned the area for any potential threats. Satisfied that it was secure, she gestured for Peter to join her on solid ground.