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A New Shorty, A Question, and a CONTEST!
Saturday, February 21st, 2015

UPDATE: The winner of the free download is Vi!

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This is a quick fly-by! I’ll be working at my dd’s shop for half the day, and then heading out to hit a flea market a couple of towns away. I love flea markets! So many hidden “treasures!” Be sure to check out the contest details at the bottom of this page!

Friday’s New Shorty

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I promised a new short story every Friday until April. Here’s this week’s new release, Dr. Mullaley’s Cure.

For now, these 5000-word stories can be found only on Kindle. They are free to Kindle Unlimited readers and just $.99 to everyone else!

She’d been warned the doctor was eccentric, but this nurse discovers his cures are of a mechanical nature…

Be warned! It’s medical erotica (do you want to play doctor?)—not romance! Get it at the Kindle store!

I have a brand new page on my website devoted to the shorties. If you’d like to see what’s already out, as well as what’s coming, check it out! The Short Story Page

An excerpt:

I’d been warned the doctor was a bit eccentric. That he dabbled in machinery and had been ostracized by others in his profession for the lengths he went to please his patients.

“You’ll never find another employer,” I was told. “Not once they see your only reference is Doctor Mullaley.” The mad Irishman. The charlatan who promised cures to bored housewives and whose waiting room hadn’t been empty since I’d arrived for my first day’s work. If I hadn’t already been turned away at every other respectable physician’s practice, I might have heeded the advice. However, those warnings only served to stir my interest.

I was intensely curious about the nature of the doctor’s cures. Even more so about the conditions he treated, but they were only spoken of in whispers and never in the presence of an unmarried woman. Which made me wonder why he’d hired me. Not that I was going to complain. One glance at his tall rangy frame, frosty blue eyes and dark, slicked-back hair, and my misgivings evaporated.

However, my curiosity about the man and his practice wasn’t to be satisfied at that moment, because the doctor waved me toward the reception desk where I worked at fitting in patients who arrived without an appointment. A task I found akin to cinching in the waist of a corset. There was only so much ribbon one could pull before something gave.

That something was the inimitable Mrs. Davies. She arrived in a dudgeon. Cheeks flushed, eyes a little wild. The afternoon was very balmy, and the painstaking curls at the sides of her cheeks had wilted and stretched toward her jaw like earthworms. I couldn’t help staring while she tapped the counter with a sturdy finger, insisting her needs were of the highest import. If she didn’t receive a treatment that afternoon, somebody would hear about it.

At wit’s end, I gave her a false smile, said I’d find the doctor, and escaped down the corridor to the treatment rooms.

The corridor was as handsomely appointed as the waiting room with rich oak paneling below the rail, and burgundy brocade above. But gaslight sconces were placed so far apart that shadows loomed between the doorways.

I paused at the first room to listen, hoping to hear the low timbre of the doctor’s voice. Faint moans came through the door, but since they didn’t have an urgent edge, I hurried to the next and pressed my ear against the wood.

Hands curved over my shoulders. “Pardon me, Nurse Percy.” The doctor firmly pushed me to the side and strode into the room.

Glancing around his tall frame, I spotted Mrs. Headley who lay on a table that tilted with the lower half split in two. My jaw sagged as I noted that while she was clothed in a sack-like gown, Mrs. Headley lay bared from the waist down, her legs strapped to the split “legs” of a leather-padded tabletop. Her fingers dug into handles at the sides.

Most curious, a long, slender trough ran from a tank latched to the ceiling, very like a toilet’s reservoir. The trough emptied into a funnel, which ran into a tube. The tube passed through a device with turning wheels that clicked like a clock’s inner gears, and then ended at a nozzle that spurted water in rhythmic pulses toward the juncture of Mrs. Headley’s thighs.

How odd, I thought.

Mrs. Headley moaned. Her gaze roved restlessly until she lighted on the doctor. “Please, Raymond, I can’t take much more. I’m very sure I’m ready for the next stage of my treatment.”

The doctor stood between me and Mrs. Headley so I couldn’t see what he did, but then he aimed a frown over his broad shoulder. When he turned back, I entered the room and shut the door behind me, staying quiet as a mouse. He turned off the nozzle. The rhythmic splashes stopped, but wet slurping sounds filled the silence.

“I feel…nearly…oh, the agony…oh, doctor!” Mrs. Headley gave a choked little scream, her upper body arching on the table before settling again. Her flushed cheeks shone with sweat, but the smile she gave the doctor was so filled with gratitude I felt a stirring of something akin to pride for the doctor’s skill.

However, pride wasn’t what tightened the feminine parts of me. Somehow, just knowing where the doctor’s hands were made the room feel quite warm.

Doctor Mullaley pulled down his patient’s gown, patted her hand and turned, drawing up short when he spotted me standing in front of the door. He jerked his chin to indicate I should precede him.

Feeling nervous and a little embarrassed by what I’d witnessed, I stepped into the hall and wrung my hands. “I wouldn’t have interrupted, doctor,” I blurted, “but there’s a woman at the reception desk demanding an appointment. Frankly, I thought she’d push right past me to find you if I hadn’t said I would go.”

“Let me guess…Mrs. Davies?”

I nodded, relieved at his even tone.

He sighed and looked up and down the narrow passage. “I have another hydropathy machine in the treatment room at the end of the hallway. While you were spying, did you happen to notice what I did to turn it off?

“The hose from the reservoir? Yes.”

“The reverse turns it on. Take Mrs. Davies there. Find her a gown and help her out of her clothes. Start the machine. I’ll be along when the others have finished their treatments.” He gave me a narrowed glance that ran the length of my appearance for the first time. “After you’ve settled her, find me. I think you might work out after all.”

Contest

Win a free download of one of my previous week’s shorty releases—just those available ONLY on Kindle Unlimited! All you have to do is answer the following questions in the comments!

Do you enjoy flea markets and garage sales? If so, how often do you go?

11 comments to “A New Shorty, A Question, and a CONTEST!”

  1. Angel Shaw
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 8:51 am · Link

    Garage sales definitely especially in the summer great time to buy dishes!!!!



  2. Ellen Blakley
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 8:52 am · Link

    I love them. I also like to go to Antique and thrift stores. I’m always looking for jewelry to put on my knitted items.



  3. Jeanne
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 10:03 am · Link

    I love flea markets. I don’t collect anything in particular – well, ok, dust bunnies and dog hair, but they are fun and sometimes you find really cool stuff. 😛



  4. cindy b
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 12:10 pm · Link

    I do enjoy flea markets and garage sales. I believe in the phrase:one man’s junk is another man’s treasures. When my mom was alive, we made a list of the local sales and we’d hit them on Saturdays, then treat ourselves to lunch. We didn’t buy a lot, but it was more ‘the thrill of the hunt.’ I do/did collect sports and non-sport cards as well as certain author’s books and always carried my lists with me.
    Now, unfortunately, my mom is gone and I seldom get to indulge in such activities any more. Life goes on.



  5. Pat Freely
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 12:14 pm · Link

    Love them, garage sales are the best. I go whenever I am not working. I have found the best bargains on both costume and precious metal jewelry.



  6. Shirley Long
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 12:58 pm · Link

    Don’t get to go nearly as much as I’d like, but I love garage sales, flea markets and anything that has old “stuff”. I kinda, sorta collect colored glass. Dark blue, green, pink, or any other color that might catch my eye. I’m not a real collector, just know what I like when I see it.



  7. Vi
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    · February 21st, 2015 at 3:17 pm · Link

    Love going to garage sales! You never know what you’ll find
    Could be anything from old keepsakes to refrigerators! Haven’t been to one in about a year and I’m going through withdrawal symptoms!! Can’t wait for the weather to break so I can “browse” again!!
    Lived the tease! Sounds good!!



  8. ButtonsMom2003
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    · February 22nd, 2015 at 3:22 pm · Link

    Flea markets, garage sales, rummage sales, thrift stores?? LOVE them all. I’m late to your blog the last couple of days because the Home Owners Association where I live just had their annual rummage sale. It’s so hard to work at this and not buy anything! 🙂 My husband and I furnished most of our first home (over 40 years ago) with garage sale finds. Now we really have to exercise control because we moved to a very small place after I retired.

    It’s amazing the good stuff you can find really cheap when you don’t mind buying second hand. 🙂

    I think I have all your shorties so leave me out of the drawing.



  9. J.D. Faver
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    · February 22nd, 2015 at 4:58 pm · Link

    Noooo…I’m the weirdo who doesn’t even like to shop. I think of garage sales as ‘garbage sales’, and always think that I have plenty of my own garbage to deal with. Ditto for flea markets.
    I don’t even enjoy shopping for clothes, relying instead, on a couple of stores with online branches where I can order a few additions to the wardrobe without going to the mall.
    I know. I may have to turn in my girl card.



  10. Ginger Robertson
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    · February 22nd, 2015 at 7:37 pm · Link

    Delilah

    I like flea markets though it’s been a while since I’ve been to one. But, I really have fun at yard sales. Generally I might have one of my sisters with me and we are a mess. And, because we look out for each other, we shop with a mindset of who may benefit from any given item.



  11. Delilah
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    · February 24th, 2015 at 9:38 am · Link

    LOL! All except J.D. love finding hidden treasures! Of course, I wasn’t nearly as avid until I started doing artsy-crafty things. Now I’m always looking as something as having potential to be something else…

    Anyways, thanks for playing! The winner of the free download is…Vi! Congrats, and I’ll be in contact shortly to arrange delivery of your prize!