The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 7: A Perfect View
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 7: A Perfect View - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘Each lady described their nightmare to me in detail,’ Dr Gold told him. ‘They were almost identical. I have dealt with a number of rapes over the years,’ she said, ‘Their story was so detailed that I was convinced they were telling me something that had really happened to them.’
‘But they all assured me that previous sexual experiences had been consensual and enjoyable. So, I encouraged them to think it really was what they had complained of, a nightmare.’ ‘If that stops them having any further nightmares or any other aftereffects, that’s probably for the best.’ Danny said. ‘I agree,’ she told him. ‘Unless it became public that such things had really happened, there’s no reason to upset them further.’
Danny thanked her for her help and promised to update her when he could. Next, he went to visit the three wards. After talking to the sisters in charge and telling them he was doing some patient research, he discovered that during the day, before they had their nightmare, each one had been taken off the ward for specialist treatment or tests.’
Further checks revealed that a different nurse from each ward had taken them in a wheelchair (A standard way of moving patients in most hospitals, even when they can walk) to their appointment. But they had all been returned to the ward by a hospital porter when their treatment had finished.
No one knew who the porter was, he was just a hospital porter. The last lady involved had been taken for an Xray. So, Danny went to the Xray department. He told them he was tracing patient movements to research the time that patients spent off the ward. They were able to tell him her time of arrival and the time she left, but not who returned her to the ward.
As he was about to go, the lady he had been speaking to added, ‘But if it was a hospital porter, we would have rung the head porter to ask for someone to collect her. He would probably have a record of it.’ Danny thanked her, got the head porters internal number from her and left.
FRIDAY - JAKE
The following day Danny went to see his friend Jake on reception. He told him he was investigating something that might not have even happened, so he needed it to be kept very confidential. ‘How do you get on with the head porter?’ Danny asked him.
‘Very well,’ Jake answered, He’s ex-military too and we often have a drink together on our way home after work.’ ‘Great,’ Danny said. ‘What I want to know is which porter collected these ladies from Xray on these dates.’ Danny had got a couple of names at random from Xray to hide who he was really interested in.
He had decided to concentrate on the last patient first. ‘I don’t know if you can help with this too,’ he asked, ‘But I need a copy of the hospital C.C.T.V. tapes for the areas between this ward and Xray on this date.’ Jake picked the phone up and dialled.
‘Hi mate,’ he said, ‘I’m checking up on a few things. Can you let me have a copy of all C.C.T.V. tapes for this date. Ok, that’s great thanks. See you soon.’ As he put the phone down, he said, ‘I’ll have them here in an hour for the entire hospital.’ Danny grinned. ‘What’s that saying, ‘It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.’ Jake laughed.
‘I assume you need the other info S.A.P, he said. Not waiting for an answer, he added, ‘So as soon as Don relieves me for lunch I’ll go and see Jeff the head porter.’ ‘How’s Don doing?’ Danny asked. ‘He’s fine thanks to you.’ Jake told him. ‘The three events that might have happened were three to five weeks apart,’ Danny told him, ‘So we might not have long.’ Thanking Jake, Danny returned to work.
The next day Jake gave Danny three names of three porters who had returned the three patients to their wards. The one who had returned
the patient Danny was interested in, back to her ward was called Kurt Johnson. ‘Have you ever met any of those three?’ Danny asked him.
‘Probably,’ Jake said, ‘But I don’t know all the names of the one’s I’ve met. Hang on,’ he said having a sudden thought, ‘Before he worked with me, Don did some portering, he might know him.’ ‘Go ahead.’ Danny agreed. Jake rang Don and told him Danny needed some help, but it had to be kept quiet.’
‘I’ll do anything,’ Don said without hesitation. ‘Do you know any of these porters?’ Jake asked him, giving him the three names. ‘Yes,’ Don told him, ‘Two of them were there when I started. The third one is called Kurt. He came after me. I talked to him a few times, but we never became friendly.’ ‘Do you know his surname?’ Jake asked him. ‘Yes, it’s Thompson.’ Don replied. Then seconds later, ‘No, I’ve got that wrong, it’s Johnson.’
‘Ok, I need you to pick them out on a C.C.T.V. disc when you come in.’ Jake told him. ‘I’ll come in right away,’ Don said. ‘He’s not due in until one,’ Jake told Danny, ‘But he’s coming in right now to get started.’ ‘Thanks,’ Danny said, ‘Let him look through any discs of that morning of any corridor between Xray and the ward. I’ll get back later to see how you’re getting on.’
Late afternoon Danny returned to reception. The desk was quiet at that moment, and he could see Don and Jake busy in the room behind. Going in he said, ‘Hi.’ to them both, then asked Don how he was. Then Jake told him, ‘Don has been glued to the screen ever since he came in.’
‘Show Danny what you’ve found.’ Jake told him. Don pressed a few buttons, and an attractive looking young lady in a wheelchair appeared. She was being pushed by a man of around twenty-five dressed in a porter’s uniform. ‘That’s Kurt Johnson.’ Don said pointing to the screen.
‘Just behind him is Xray where he has just collected the lady from. The time on the shot is thirteen twenty. This is the corridor leading to the ward,’ he said changing the picture. ‘That double door ahead is the ward entrance. The time on the last shot is fourteen fifteen.’
‘I went and timed myself walking between Xray and the ward,’ Don told him. ‘It took me seven minutes.’ ‘So that leaves forty-eight minutes unaccounted for,’ Danny said. ‘Very well done both of you.’ ‘There’s more,’ Jake said. ‘Go on, you did the work, you tell him.’ he said to Don.
‘I started looking through the other C.C.T.V. discs.’ Don told him. ‘I managed to trace him for almost all of his journey. I didn’t see any of the other two porters though. He showed them moving up a corridor. ‘That’s the next bit from Xray,’ Don told him. ‘The last shot is shown as being taken at thirteen twenty-three.’
The next shot showed them getting in the lift, then the following shot of them leaving the lift on the next floor. ‘That one is timed at thirteen twenty-six. This shot shows the ward door and part of the corridor.’ Don told him as he pressed a button. They saw Kurt Johnson pushing the wheelchair up the corridor and entering the ward.
‘The start of that shot is timed at fourteen thirteen, and they pass through the doors into the ward at fourteen fifteen.’ Don said. ‘So somewhere between those last two clips, he lost forty-eight minutes.’ Danny mused. ‘Between the two shots, there is only about three metres of corridor not covered by C.C.T.V.’ Don told him.
‘Well, that’s good, at least that narrows it down considerably.’ Danny remarked. ‘Your turn now.’ Don said grinning at Jake. ‘I took a screen shot of the end of the one video and another at the start of the other one.’ Jake said smiling.
‘I went for a walk along the corridor and found both spots.’ He took his phone out and showed Danny a picture. ‘If you look on the left of the photo, that fire extinguisher is the one at the end of the C.C.T.V. shot after the lift.’
‘The electric socket on the right, is the one on the left of the last C.C.T.V. shot before the ward. The missing area of C.C.T.V. is what you see in the photo.’ The only thing in the photo was a single door. ‘It was locked,’ Jake told him, ‘So I took the maintenance number off the door frame.’
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