Prologue
The internet
is such a wonderful tool. One can surf for hours on the most bizarre and taboo
topics and no interloper can ever know what has been explored and learned. Just
reading of the female anatomy, my own feminine wiring and plumbing, was
enlightening when months ago I began the long matinee visits to cyber space.
For example, I now know more about female orgasms then most male doctors, and
certainly almost all husbands. Yes, thanks to various informative sites I have
understanding over that which mystifies most frustrated women and over that to
which men are completely oblivious.
Yes, quite
enlightening.
But then when
there comes a purpose, well... research can be most
furtive and most thorough... with the added attraction that the accumulation of
knowledge is never to be tracked.
Informative and advantageously discreet.
After all,
knowledge is empowering... particularly when adversaries are not cognizant that
you have it!
And then,
when there came an appropriate occasion, my newly acquired internet skills
could also be used to find people. In a world of billions, each individual has
a past... a story... and as my plot developed, I realized it was important to
find the right people... and I did... on the internet.
Cast a large
net. Have patience, but also be exacting in sorting through the catch. You'll
find what you seek, in time.
Interview One
"Many years in training. Many years in
nursing. What are you doing now?"
"Interviewing,"
a most
condescending tone used to reply to my aphoristic question.
Yet I am not phased by the woman's disregard
for offering annoyance. It's attitude, yes. But it is attitude which I seek.
The net used
in her case has been a classified ad posted three times on a website I knew
Nurse Margaret Heinrik would eventually visit. I had
to delete hundreds of replies before she finally responded. But I now have my
'fish'.
Fortyish,
actually 43 since her date of birth is on her resume,
Nurse Margaret is really no longer a nurse, having lost her license. I'm not
going to return the 'attitude' by informing her that I know that... not yet. As stated information can empower, and in confabulating with this
imposing woman, one needs to be empowered.
Five foot
eight, an acceptably pleasing 140 pounds, Nurse Margaret... 'call
me Peggy', as she stated in beginning her condescension... is not physically
imposing. Though handsome, there is lack of concern for appearance with no
interest in attempting to allure the male gender. Overall, it's her stern
demeanor and lack of social grace that makes an impression.
My posted ad
ostensibly seeks a person with skills needed for home care, the long term care
of an aging relative. A position known to be grueling, the
daily drudgery requiring the patience of Job. The needed skill level is
well below that attained by Nurse Peggy. But I know from my internet research
Nurse Margaret Heinrik, ex-Nurse Heinrik,
is financially desperate... lawyers extracting much cash... and is basically
unemployable... license suspended.
"You left
your last job rather abruptly. Eleven years in psychiatric nursing..."
Grammatically
not a question, but I do seek to have the woman do more talking, and
referencing her dismissal will put her on the defensive. People talk when
defending.
"A misunderstanding. A misinterpretation
of events."
An
unfortunately succinct rejoinder, I lean back arms akimbo. I smile, perhaps a
bit of a smirk. I know all about the 'misunderstanding'. The newspapers glossed
over the specifics. But internet blogs posted the most sordid details on the
medium where I have learned to do my research.
"You can't be
the first woman to have her ass pinched, Ms. Heinrik.
At your age you are certainly aware of the crassness of the male libido and
your experience should offer reasonable methods for dealing with it."
Yes, I'm
certain of that, but I want to not only confirm the details of her nursing
demise but also ascertain the level of remorse... assess the 'emotional
quotient' as one pundit coined the term for social skills. So far the woman's
deportment has been just as I have sought. Calloused.
"More than a pinch, Ms. Bouvier.
And there was more than one occasion. I used my experience to handle the
situation within reason."
Now I divulge
what I know. In dropping a five hundred pounder onto the field of battle, my
words exploding with fervor, this verbal skirmish will become in earnest.
"You
catheterized, intubated, plugged his rectum and
placed the man in four point restraint... for days... feeding gastrically and anally. Within reason?"
Nurse
Margaret Heinrik, ex Nurse Margaret Heinrik, smiles. It is not a guilty smile. Her face
radiates with glee in recalling the events which brought the end of her nursing
career.
"He was not
harmed... physically. And mentally he was mostly gone... and possibly injurious
to himself and others. His hands were gruff... and... shall
we say unmannered. Incessant masturbation when not groping
the flesh of other nurses."
I sit back.
Yes, she is succinct. And unrepentant. The woman
believes she is interviewing for a position of home care and has brazenly
divulged her boldness, her brusque temperament and her willingness to take
unfettered unilateral action.
All she
needed was the concurrence of one doctor or supervisor and the deranged man,
allegedly deranged, who so brashly thrust his hand up
her skirt and copped a feel of her mons would
probably be well restrained... though possibly more moderately.
Instead ex
Nurse Margaret Heinrik extracted revenge, actually
shifting her 'patient' to a very secluded private room where her vengeance
would escape the notice of her superiors. Some how,
the patient's records became misplaced. She immersed her charge into the abyss
of bureaucratic medical care, his existence facilely coming under her total
control. Water, sustenance, I suppose even oxygen, were hers to mete... at her
whim.
She took
total control... and her smile suggests the motivation was beyond concern about
his hands.
Well, she
forfeited her license, but she did extract three days of revenge.
Thinking that
she has blown away the interview and any offer, my applicant becomes relaxed. I
can read her thoughts, 'no job to be had here... my cover is blown'. But the
woman has perspicacity, her temperament notwithstanding.
"If you knew
of the events and you find such to be bothersome, why is it you selected me to
be interviewed, Ms. Bouvier? A woman with your
resources can afford the best of care."
"So you are
aware of my financial circumstances?"
"You're the
woman who ran to ground the world's most eligible bachelor... Reginald Augustus
Bouvier, heir to billions. And if I recall my
reading, you have a few shekels yourself."
I nod. It is
now my cover that is blown.
"'Running to
ground' may not be the most accurately descriptive term, Ms. Heinrik. My fox is constantly getting loose."
I linger,
preparing for the next five hundred pounder.
"Do you like
men?"
The
discernible pause answers my question... and in the manner I desire.
You see, the
'deranged' man she so boldly imprisoned was not so deranged. Mildly
schizophrenic, when returned to his medications after discovery of his
circumstances, normal mental acuity returned. After his faux incarceration was
discovered, lawsuits followed.
What did
Nurse Heinrik do during those three days of having a
male beast completely at her disposal?
When I read
of her case, I fantasized, the events bringing strange consolation to a
marriage of aggravation. I sought her out, subtly casting my net and eventually
obtaining her resume.
Ex nurse
Margaret Heinrik has a new job.
We discuss
details.