Becky was going to hell; she just knew it. She lifted Mr. Laramer into his wheelchair, thinking “this will make up for the time I slept with what’s-his-name, Tara’s boyfriend”. She pushed Mr. Laramer down the hall to his family in the reception room, saying loudly in his ear, “your daughter and son-in-law are here to see you.”

On her way back to the nursing station she stopped to give Mr. Franklin his afternoon medication. As she bent over to hand him the little cup, he gave her ass a squeeze, as he always did. She didn’t mind when these old guys groped her. She considered it a form of charity. Poor guys hadn’t gotten their rocks off in decades maybe. “This will make up for the time I let two guys fuck me in parking lot of that bar,” she thought.

At the nursing station, she ate two of the cookies her colleague brought in for the holiday. She hadn’t brought any in herself in a long while, something she added to her list of sins. She made a mental note to buy something to bring in for next shift.

The bell rang from room 7L, Mrs. Johnson. Again.

Mrs. Johnson smelled bad and it was time for her bath, never Becky’s favorite thing to do. “Maybe this will make up for sucking the art teacher in the photo lab.” She’d just turned 18 and he was 41 but she knew he’d only given in to her months of aggressive flirting. She hoped he wasn’t somewhere feeling like it was his fault. He’d cum so hard she couldn’t swallow it all and she remembers the cum dripping off her face and what his cock looked like - wet in that red light - something she still thinks about when she touches herself at night.

Mrs. Johnson was in rare form this morning, unleashing a string of cuss words and insults meant to get Becky riled up. Becky knew enough to shut her ears and her heart to it. Mrs. Johnson’s naked body wasn’t so bad looking. Her tits still had heft to them, something Mrs. Johnson liked to mention in the common room after “all you cunts with the pancake tits”. Becky hoped her patience today would make up for posting videos of herself with a bottle in her ass. It was cheap wine and she drank it after and got smashed while refreshing her page to see the numbers go up and up, waking up the next morning to a hangover and internet stardom.

But that was a long time ago.

Time to wash Mrs. Johnson’s ass.