The helper

I walked into the hospital room.
The sitter was leaning over the bed.
She was 30 maybe,
breasts falling out of her nursing top,
had her hand under the sheets.
Stroking.
The 65 year old man had a smile on his face.
I said: What are you doing.
She said: He's dying.
We were talking.
He needed relief.
I'm a helper.

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