Because chapters 5 and 6 are so short, I've put both of them up tonight. Aren't I a nice Stunty? lol

Chapter 6

The next few days passed quietly, the monotony of the shifts and the work pissing me off more and more. Even the lads antics of taking new (and old) nurses to the roof to 'show them the view' and then boasting about their conquests was wearing really fucking thin. With nothing to report other than porters having too much sex (except for me) my boss was chewing Tony's arse off and in turn he was leaving me frustrated text messages about the anonymous tip off.

All he could persuade/threaten/charm out of the women who ran the service was that it was a woman from the Liverpool area. Well, fuck me. That REALLY cut it down didn't it? Fucking do-gooding arse wipes. Don't get me wrong, they ran a valuable service, but if we could get to talk to the snitch, we could maybe get some more information and end my pathetic existence in this place. Jesus.

Still, I DID have something to look forward to. My next 2 days off (Yes, John '2 families' had actually let me have 2 days off together) started on Wednesday.

Wednesday. D-Day. Or E-Day. Take your pick. Emily, Emily, Emily. I still could not get the red head (and her body) out of my mind without overheating. Been a long time since I'd been interested in a woman, I'm sure I've told you.

I lay in bed with case files on my lap thinking things over. The case. Tomorrow at 6pm. Emily. James 'Wanker' Cook. Emily. Drugs. Over and over and over it all went through my mind. Fuck it. I decided to ring Effy tomorrow. She'd know how to help. I turned over and went to sleep. Well, my version of it.

I ended up spending my Wednesday afternoon shopping for new gym clothes 'to show off my assets' on Effys advice. She finished my pep talk with the comment "don't fuck it up Naoms, stick to the weights machines you bleeding tit".

So, here we are then. It's 5.45pm and I'm in the gym in my nice new top having done a warm up on the treadmill with no beautiful women around to distract me. I've moved to the butterfly weights machine. The one that makes your tits stand out as you strain yourself trying to move the fucking weights. That'll make her pay attention. Ha! See? I'm not a detective sergeant for nothing you know. Lesbians like tits. Well, this lesbian does.

The door opened. I started working out in anticipation of my goddess walking through the door and sitting there all sexy and irresistible. Jan walked in. Fucking bollocks. Now I was going to have to continue doing the worst fucking exercise ever till she walked in. I decided to pretend I'd done a set of reps on the machine and smiled at Jan. She smiled back and walked over to where I was sitting.

"How are you Naomi? You giving the gym another chance after the treadmill after it threw you off last week?"

I laughed, what else could I do? She was fucking right.

"Yeah, been back a couple of times to kick its backside you know how it is. I have to keep fit." Jan looked me up and down.

"And what exactly do you have to keep fit for then Naomi? Never did tell me what your job was did you?" I smiled enigmatically at her, and just in time for me lying about my job yet again, the door opened.

In she walked. Emily. I had a couple of seconds as she scanned the room looked for Jan to look at her. I mean REALLY look at her, without undressing her with my eyes. She didn't have clothes that were as revealing on this time. She had nice broad shoulders, a really fit backside and a neck I'd like to chew on for a month. I managed to avert my eyes just as she spotted Jan. Her face split into a wide smile as she greeted Jan with a seriously sexy husky voice. She turned her gaze on me. I fucking melted. Shit.

"Hello again Naomi" Fan-fucking-tastic, she fucking remembered me. "Taking the safer option this week then?" She leaned against the machine I was sitting on. I looked up at her and acknowledged her gentle piss taking with a smile.

"Yeah, I kinda figured it had kicked my arse last week. I don't think I can take the humiliation this week."

She looked me in the eye and fuck me I was drowning in her eyes again. "Can't see you letting anything humiliate or get the better of you, no offence, I know I've only seen you the one time." Those brown eyes were now confidently and blatantly grazing up and down my body. Jesus, I felt very heated under that look. She was flirting with me wasn't she? Jan was watching the two of us with undisguised interest.

"Well, I'd better go and torment Jan, that's what she pays me for. Here, I'll catch you before I go yeah?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a business card. She smiled at me again and walked over to Jan.

I looked at the card. "Don't Get Fit, Get Fitched. Emily Fitch. Personal Trainer." And a nice mobile phone number on it too.

I looked over at her as I put the card in my pocket. She caught my eye, smiled and winked. I melted again.

It's official. I was fucked.