Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

thigh.
“My God!” Nurse Diestrum turned and struck Rosewater
several times with the tray. “No! You hear me? No, no, no!”
A thin trace of blood formed on Rosewater’s forehead. “You
tricked me,” he muttered, the bitterness of two pills sliding
uncomfortably down his throat. “You always trick me…”
“Just you wait,” said Nurse Diestrum, gathering up her
things. “Dr. Shire will hear about this.”
Dazed, Rosewater looked towards the window. It was now shut
and locked. The blue curtains no longer danced. He heard Nurse
Diestrum shouting for Dr. Shire as the squeaks of her shoes
moved out of the room and then quickened up and down the hall.
He laughed; it was still amusing. Then he thought about his
mother—her long, pudgy white fingers; the healthy round breasts
spilling out; the thick, strong legs. He began masturbating to
these visions. He continued doing so until the pills took him
under, mid-stroke.
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