Another four days later and Alan got an e-mail from a surgery very close to his family home in Wallington. The doctor was in the process of retiring and she wondered if Alan would be interested in taking over the practice.
On their return from Frankfurt, Alan had sent out e-mails with his CV to all the local doctors, more in hope than expectation, so after a brief discussion with Angie he had sent back an acceptance mail. It turned out that the doctors nurse, come receptionist, was also the doctors lesbian lover and they would both be retiring to Cyprus together, so there was a ready-made job for Angie as well.
A month later after working with the two soon to be retirees, Angie and Alan opened the doors for their first working day as a team. That was five years ago. They loved their work, and the patients were mainly a joy to deal with. There were the odd couple of cranky old bastards, but they were truly in the minority.
If work was a joy for the couple, their home life was bliss. Angie was a born homemaker and the old house he had inherited from his parents was soon redecorated and furnished very tastefully. Their nights were spent making love in the huge bed that Angie had ordered specially. They had discussed having kids, but Angie had told him, “I don`t want children. I`ve seen so much suffering in this World, I really don`t want to bring another poor soul into it. However, I really enjoy the sex part, it`s the pushing a bowling ball out of my vagina that is not so appealing!”
The couple had never told Angie`s mum about their decision to stay childless and had to deflect the question during every phone call and visit with a,”Sweet Jesus hasn`t blessed us yet.”
Alan had nearly choked on his tea one time in the farmhouses warm kitchen when Angie`s mother replied to their standard denial that it was God`s work that Angie hadn`t produced a grandchild, “Well I don`t know for the life of me how that is possible. I hear you fucking and fucking every bloody night, but with no end result!”
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Angie took his cup from him and brought it back full, together with the next patient. Mr. Ames. Alan spent the next uncomfortable quarter of an hour removing a roll of sweets that had “accidently” got stuck up poor Mr. Ames`s bum, even though he knew that if Mr. Ames would have waited another few hours the sweets would probably have melted anyway. Thankfully there were no more patients to see as the clock had now ticked onto five o`clock.
Angie came in and shook her chestnut hair free from where she had pinned it for her day of giving inoculations, taking blood samples, as well as controlling the flow of patients to her husband. Alan knew he had struck gold when he married this fabulous multitalented woman. As Alan began to update the patient files Angie again demonstrated her vast range of her skills.
Swinging his chair around she aggressively grabbed the waistband of his scrubs and nearly ripped them from his body. Alan shouted, “Oi!” in shock as Angie placed her lips around his semi hard cock. “What if someone comes in Angie?”
“Locked. Door!” mumbled Angie around his cock, her tongue lashing furiously everywhere on his now swelling head.
Alan relaxed back into the chair, laid his head on the rest at the top, closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensations his wife was causing. Angie didn`t do just blow jobs. When she sucked his cock it was like a work of art. Angie definitely didn`t fall into the category of the wife who felt it was their duty to blow their husband occasionally. No, Angie really loved giving him head, putting her heart and soul into it every time until he filled her mouth with his salty cream, which she devoured with relish as if it was the most expensive caviar.
This time was no exception. She teased him with her tongue, deep throated him once or twice, sucked each of his balls in turn, then licked up and down his shaft until Alan wrapped his hands in her chestnut mane as a signal he was close. Angie`s lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, and her tongue poked at the little slit in the top until Alan jerked wildly four or five times and Angie greedily slurped his semen down her throat and into her stomach. When she had swallowed all that he could produce she grinned shyly up at him from where she knelt on the hardwood floor, “Better Doctor Baldwin?”
Alan`s breathing was nearly back to a regular rhythm as he replied, “Perfect Nurse. That was just what the doctor ordered after a shitty day.”
They were both still laughing as they walked the half a mile home after making sure the surgery was closed securely and the alarm was set.
Chapter 2
As was their custom on a Friday night they stopped at The Three Feathers for a drink on their way home. They spent an enjoyable couple of hours chatting with a few of the other regulars. Angie definitely had her father`s genes as she could down Guinness faster, and with less consequences than Alan. He was just finishing his second glass of creamy black beer when Angie swallowed the last dregs of her fourth.
Angie asked, “Another?” and Alan shook his head. “Shall we get a kebab Alan? I really cannot be arsed to cook anything!”
Ten minutes later they were unwrapping their döner at the large, wooden, kitchen table and tucking in ravenously as their fingers fought over the shared portion of heavily salted chips.
As Alan crumpled up the paper wrappings and polystyrene boxes and went to place them in the recycle bin in the back garden Angie walked through the hall to take a shower upstairs. As usual they had entered through the back door, so had not seen the letter that lay on their doormat. “Alan, we have post,” Angie bellowed as she picked up the pale blue envelope. “It`s from Syria.” She called even louder as Alan was now in their back garden.
“What?” he yelled back as he entered the kitchen.
“There`s a letter here,” turning the envelope over and reading the senders name she added loudly, “It`s from Hameed!”
“Fuck!” was Alan`s only reply, such was the surprise at hearing from their old colleague after all this time.
Angie walked back into the kitchen at the same time as she ripped the envelope open. They both stood in the kitchen as Angie read the letter out loud.
“Dear Alan, I hope this letter finds you well as it is the address you gave me many years ago. When you were hurt you told me that if I ever needed a favour then just to ask. Well now I would hope that you can help me. After many years of trying I have eventually got my sister Ayla a visa to travel to London. As part of the conditions of her entry I had to give the name of a respected person that would aid her if needed. I know only you. Ayla is 23 now. When I was with you in Aleppo she was only 14. She has grown into a headstrong woman, but with a skill for medicine that I could only dream of. She was lucky enough to be granted a place as a trainee nurse in a hospital very close to where you are now. I looked it up on Google maps. I was hoping that I could impose on you to let her stay with you until she finds suitable accommodation, or a place becomes available in the nurses dormitory. They have told me this could take one or two months. There will be no financial obligation on your side as the family has provided more than enough funds for her stay. I have given her this address and she will arrive in London on May 20th. If this is not convenient I would understand completely. Your friend for eternity. Hameed”
Alan took the envelope from Angie and saw it was post marked four weeks before. They both knew how unreliable the Syrian post was, so this was no surprise. The problem was that tomorrow was May 20th. The couple looked at each, but no one wanted to be the first to say anything. Alan read the letter once more. He sighed and said, “You know I cannot refuse Angie. If it wasn`t for Hameed I wouldn`t be here today. It`s only for a month at most. What do you think?”
There was no problem with space. The house had three bedrooms, and they had two bathrooms. The only problem that Angie could see was that the couple had got used to it just being the two of them. They often walked about the house with next to nothing on and having a girl who had been bought up in the Muslim faith around the house would definitely put a stop to that Angie guessed. They also liked a drink in the evening, and it was a rare evening when they didn`t have a bottle of wine or a couple of cans of beer when they watched the TV. Then there was the sex. Angie could be quite vociferous in their lovemaking, so that would have to end if they had a young, innocent lodger.
In the end she nodded as she knew that what Alan had said was the truth. Without Hameed Alan would have more than likely died on the road out of Aleppo so she reluctantly nodded her consent. Then with a grin she told Alan, “Well if I am going without sex for a month Dr. Baldwin you had better put on a fucking good performance tonight. I need at least twenty orgasms to get me through a month of abstinence!”
“Well you better get up those stairs nurse, as I am going to take you to paradise tonight. You will be walking bow legged for a month young lady,” with that he playfully chased a giggling Angie up the stairs to the bedroom.
He didn`t quite manage to give her the twenty orgasms she had demanded, in fact he wasn`t even close, but the three she had were more than satisfying. They lay in bed afterwards, both with silly grins on their faces.
The next morning Alan groaned and rolled over but found the bed empty. He placed a pillow over his head to try and drown out the sound of the vacuum coming from across the landing, Eventually he stirred himself and walked across to the second biggest bedroom after the one he shared with Angie. “It`s fucking eight o`clock Angie!” he complained loudly so she would hear him over the racket.
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