Pink Butterfly (12 page)

“My attitude is fine,” Melvin replied. “The courts didn’t execute me a second time because they said the doctor signed off on my death certificate and that I had paid my dues to society according to the law. The law says I’m free, it wasn’t charity.”

“Either way Melvin, this is your last chance. If I get one more complaint about you from staff you’re gone.” Gale said looking down her nose at Melvin.

Melvin hung his head and closed his eyes in disgust. He knew he was being set up by some staff that didn’t like him and that his days were numbered no matter what he did.

“There is one option I’d like to run past you though,” Gale stated.

“What?”

Gale pushed her chair back and pulled her massive ass out of her chair. She walked around the desk and put her hand on Melvin’s shoulder and began to rub. “I like you Melvin,” she said pressing her breast into Melvin’s cheek. “If you scratch my back, I can make things a lot easier here for you.”

“I never thought I’d see the day I would be sexually harassed,” Melvin said looking up at Gale.

“Harassed?” Gale asked offended. “Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Hold on, what do you want me to do?”

Gale reached over, locked the door to her office and turned back to Melvin.

“I have cooking to do. Supper starts in one hour.”

“You’re covered, I told the other staff I had to have a chat with you so they don’t expect you to be in the kitchen or serving tonight. Don’t worry your pretty little head Melvin, everything will be alright.” Gale stepped closer to Melvin and leaned over like she was going to give him a kiss. Her shirt opened wide around the collar and Melvin could see her huge pendulous breasts hanging from her chest like two blimps. She took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts and squeezed hard. “I like it in the ass,” she said and gauged Melvin’s reaction.

“I don’t think my dicks long enough to get to your ass,” he replied expecting to be hit in the face. Instead Gale chuckled and let out a little fart.

“Excuse me,” Gale said blushing like a school girl.

“You want me to fuck you here? Now?” Melvin asked.

Gale unbuttoned her jeans and forced them off her hips to the floor. Her granny panties covered her almost to her bra and were a disgusting shade of brown. She slid them off as well exposing her massive fat rolls and a very hairy pubic area.

“Are you going to take off your shoes?” Melvin asked in despair.

“I already did,” Gale replied. “They’re just slippers.” Gale turned, faced her desk and bent over exposing her huge ass to Melvin. The cottage cheese dimples on Gale’s ass reminded Melvin of the moon craters he had seen in pictures and on television. For a moment, he pictured a small landing craft parked by her butt crack and an astronaut putting a flag in her asshole. “I’m ready,” Gale stated holding onto the front of her desk. Her huge breasts flattened by her weight smashed onto the desk top.

“Do you expect me to whip up a boner?” Melvin asked. “And how about lube? I can’t stick it in there dry.”

“I have some Vaseline in the top filing cabinet next to my vibrator. As far as the boner goes, that’s up to you. Jack off if you have too, just get it in me and start pounding or you’re fired.”

Melvin reached over to the filing cabinet and retrieved the lube. “You’re threats are a great motivation for me to get hard. What if I just nail you with the vibrator? It’s already hard.”

“I do that myself, I don’t need a man to do it for me,” she replied trying to catch her breath.

“Why do you have a vibrator in your filing cabinet in the first place?” Melvin asked.

“Gives me something to do when I’m bored, which is most of the time. Ordering food, making menus and doing paperwork gets pretty dull after a while. A little battery operated fun and my mood changes and I’m a happy girl.”

Melvin looked down upon Gales huge ass cheeks and knew there was no way he was getting a boner. “I might as well quit,” he said tossing the jar of lube on the desk. “I may be as horny as the next guy, but you are one fat fuck and your ass smells like shit. Do you wipe?”

Gale tried to get off the desk and stand to face Melvin but the weight of her breasts were pulling her back down. Instead she turned her head and tried to look in his eye. “You try to wipe your ass when it’s that big!” Gale yelled. “It’s hard and sometimes I don’t always get the job done right.”

Melvin gagged a little and reached for the door to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gale asked.

“I have supper to cook and serve to my residents. If you need to get laid, you can do what every other person does. Get online, find some porn and bang yourself.”

“If you walk out that door, you keep walking.”

“I’ll have a talk with the administrator tomorrow and see what he has to say about your little love nest in here.” With that said, Melvin left her office and shut the door with a slam. He had cooking to do and residents to serve.

Five o’clock at the Windy Hills Retirement home was always a rush to get the residents up and ready for supper. Three certified nurse’s assistants and one licensed nurse were in charge of getting thirty some residents to the dining room before the dietary staff served for the evening. The rush was stressful and personalities clashed almost constantly among the staff during this busy time. Tonight was no exception. It was common for two of the nursing assistants to gang up on the third either by accident or intention based on what mood they were in that evening. Some staff were generally despised and others worked well with others, but the stew in the pot sometimes boiled over.

“I’m not doing her work for her anymore!” Lisa barked at the charge nurse trying to pass her medications. “She is so lazy and the residents hate her!”

The charge nurse, Karen Ross RN, tried to pay attention to the medications she was working with while listening to her staff complain about each other. “Why can’t you get along?” she asked in frustration.

“She never tries to help, and you can never find her when you need her,” Lisa added glaring at Karen.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Karen asked while trying to pop medication from a cassette into a clear cup.

“You’re the charge nurse!” Lisa barked back. “Do something!”

“I can’t force you two to get along!” Karen snapped back. “I told you to each take a list of residents so you have accountability. It’s not my fault if you choose to wing it every night and hope everyone plays fair.”

“I always help, you never find me hiding in a residents room or taking forever to do what I can do in half the time,” Lisa argued back. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll go to the director of nursing on Monday.”

“What good will that do?” Karen asked shaking her head. “She can’t make you two get along any better than I can.”

“Maybe she’ll fire that lazy bitch.”

“You may not realize this, but I get put in the middle of these fights constantly. I hear both sides and I try to come to a compromise, but I don’t think you want a compromise. You want to be the queen and get your way no matter what. It’s strictly a personality issue as far as I can tell. And it’s not just you and Cindy, it’s you, Cindy and everyone else who has to put in eight hours a shift here. If you want a perfect coworker, find a robot!”

Just then Cindy walked around the corner and confronted Lisa. “If you’re going to talk about me, do it to my face!” She snapped.

“In the office!” Karen barked and led the two women into the staff charting room “I am so sick of all the fighting! You two need to work this out now and get your jobs done.”

Lisa and Cindy both stood with arms crossed and clenched jaws looking at each other.

Cindy spoke up first. “You think I’m lazy?” she asked strutting her head like a rooster. “I do my job right, not fast and sloppy like you.”

“You put five people to bed each night. Five!” Lisa snapped back wide eyed and pissed. “I put twice as many as that!”

“And you do twice as shitty job!” Cindy barked. “I go into your rooms and you have trash still in the trash cans, pads on the floor and laundry still in the baskets. What the hell do you do with your residents?”

Both women locked in a death glare ready to pounce on the other. Only the presence of Karen the charge nurse kept them apart.

“We need to get through this night ok?” Karen asked the women. “What can we do to get the residents fed and put to bed without a war?”

“Trade me to the other side,” Lisa replied keeping her eyes locked on Cindy.

“That’s not fair to the other wing to trade every time staff can’t get along,” Karen replied.

“Then I don’t know,” Lisa said with pursed lips.

“I’m not putting up with this bullshit any longer,” Cindy stated and left the office angry.

“Good, I hope she quit,” Lisa stated with her hands on her hips.

“The one thing that makes this job suck is all the petty fights the nursing assistants get into. When I was in nursing school, they taught us how to put on bandages, how to read a heart monitor, how to put in IV lines. They never taught us how to keep to bitchy girls from fighting. I wish we had more men working here, at least they know how to handle an argument.”

“I don’t know, I just do my job and keep to myself. If she doesn’t want to help, then screw her.”

“Do you ever ask her for help?” Karen asked.

“She should know when I need help,” Lisa replied.

“That’s pushing it a little don’t you think? Nobody’s a mind reader.”

Just then the office door swung open and Cindy walked back in holding a pistol in her hand. “Now I’ll show you, you fucking bitch!” she yelled and shot Lisa in the neck. Lisa spun around and hit her head on the door jamb of the med room and fell to her knees clutching her neck. Karen instantly reached for the gun and started a tug of war with Cindy for the possession of the weapon. The women tugging and pulled until Cindy backed into the fax machine allowing Karen to step in close enough to get leverage and dislodge the gun from Cindy’s grip. Now with the gun in her grasp, Karen stepped back, lost her balance and fell on top of Lisa who was now gurgling massive amounts of blood onto the floor.

Cindy stepped in close but Karen regained the grip on the gun and pointed it back at her stopping her in her tracks. The blood on the floor was bright red and soaked into Karen’s scrubs making her cold where the blood touched her skin. Lisa looked back at Karen as if asking for help but could say no words. She held her hands around her neck and tried to breathe as the blood shot out of an artery spraying against the walls.

Taking a chance, Cindy darted to the open doorway and ran out only to strike dietary aid Melvin Skankmeyer head on knocking both of them to the tile floor. Melvin was delivering a tray of clear liquids for a resident with the flu, but now wore the liquids on his uniform. Cindy stood back up, ran down the hallway towards the center wing and the front door of the facility. It took only a few seconds for her to leave the building and run for her car parked out in the street.

Melvin crawled over to the nurse’s office and peered inside at Karen and Lisa who were both sitting on the floor. Lisa was turning ashen grey and the gurgling from her neck had subsided to a few bubbles and drips. In a moment she fell onto her side, cracking her head on the med cart and then onto the tile floor. She was dead.

“What the hell?” Melvin said in disbelief.

“Call 911,” Karen whispered in shock. She let the gun fall from her hands into her lap and onto the blood laden floor.

The interrogation room was claustrophobic and stuffy. Melvin sat in a chair next to a plain,

white table opposite a stocky built, masculine looking female detective with short hair and large breasts hidden under a white shirt and tie. Her name was Sgt. Von Braun and she was all business. She set down her cell phone on the table and picked up a digital recorder and began to dictate Melvin’s name, the date and why they were in the room in the first place. Looking up at Melvin, she set down the recorder on the table and read him his rights, “Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?” she asked in a deep voice.

Melvin said yes and she continued speaking. “Do you wish to have a lawyer present?” Melvin said no and the interrogation started.

“Do you know why you are here Mr. Skankmeyer?”

“As a witness to a murder?” he replied.

“No, as suspect in a murder,” Von Braun replied.

“What?”

“Tell me what led up to you shooting Lisa Schmidt in the neck?”

“I didn’t shoot anyone!” Melvin yelled back.

Von Braun sat and stared at Melvin giving him the look of disbelief. “You’re prints were on the gun, you were at the scene.”

“Yeah, I picked up the gun, so what?”

“If you didn’t shoot the gun, why did you pick it up?”

“I wanted to look at it,” Melvin replied.

“That sounds like a pretty lame excuse my Skankmeyer,” Von Braun slammed back.

“As the charge nurse, she was there.”

“Had a stroke, on a ventilator and is unresponsive. Did you beat her with the gun before you shot the Schmidt girl?”

“This is fucking nuts. I heard a shot and came to the nurses’ station to see what was going on. I got plowed into by one of the nurse’s aides running out of the room and found Lisa dead on the ground. The charge nurse was still very awake and alert when I was in there.”

“This nurses aid, who was she?” Von Braun asked.

“I don’t work in nursing, I have no idea.”

“Can you describe her?”

“Early twenties, white girl, skinny with long brown hair?”

“Have you seen her working before? Would you recognize her if you saw her again?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her around. I don’t get out of the kitchen much so I don’t know most of the non-kitchen staff.”

“I think you’re lying Mr. Skankmeyer, I think you shot Schmidt in a jealous rage. Just like you did ten years ago when you stalked and killed that woman and her boyfriend.”

“That’s quite a stretch,” Melvin said defensively. “I didn’t even know this Schmidt girl let alone get jealous over her.”

“Let me tell you what I think happened, you can correct me if I’m wrong,” Von Braun stated leaning in towards Melvin trying to intimidate him. “I think you watched her from afar, probably from the kitchen where you’d masturbate in a sick sexual fantasy where you were pouring maple syrup all over her breasts and licking it off on the set up table in the kitchen. Then you’d engage in some animalistic humping ceremony where you’d use the portable salad bar as a base to press her breasts against the sneeze guard and pound her from behind.”