The Franklin Series: Torment

Entry Fifteen

September 22nd, 1980

My placement is working out nicely. I have been allowed access to a private room. The patients who are obstinate are brought to me and I make them less argumentative. It's not exactly the profession I was hoping to start with but it's sure to be a stepping stone.

The aids that work at Bayberry are mostly male physicians. Morgan came by to pick me up the other day and was disgusted by the female nurses.

"They should have a required uniform." She grumbled.

Each wears a button up dress that reaches mid thigh. The mandatory heels have resulted in many good nurses being taken out of rotation. One woman tripped and fell down three flights of stairs. She didn't make it.

The coordinator, Jeffrey Menlo, warned the staff that the details were not to be discussed outside of the facility.

"That is their uniform. Jeffrey, has a perverse fetish for woman in tight revealing garments."

She was not satisfied with my answer. Her brow was still knit together, "That's no excuse to dress those woman as if they are prostitutes."

"I won't be working here forever, babe. It's a placement. I promise when you work for me, I'll let you wear as much or as little as you would like."

I kissed her nose and hugged her. Her warm body is so comforting. It's something I'm still adjusting to.