My training for contact tracing was relatively short and expedited because of the need and because I had a good aptitude and background for it, so I started working within two weeks of when I was hired. I found that it was a rewarding job especially when contacts were tested and caught early so that their chances for recovery were enhanced. It was sad to see some contacts or patients die, but since I’m not actually a healthcare worker I didn’t have to experience that pain close-up.
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Things went along fairly smoothly for my family for about two months. Lisa said that she still had to go into the office occasionally, and I had to do some field work too, but we were able to do most of our work at home using Skype, Zoom, phone calls, texts, emails, and other forms electronic communications. We staggered our schedules so that 95% of the time at least one of us was home with the kids, and we switched off on home-schooling them, using the resources provided by the school that our kids went to. Often three of us were on our laptops at the same time, and sometimes all four of us.
The 5% of the time that one of us wasn’t with the kids either Crystal or Karen — both of whom are local and stayed six feet away from the kids — would take over just to have someone at our house in case of an emergency.
Our life was happy, under the pandemic circumstances, especially since Lisa and I were home more often together, and there was something about the situation that made it exciting. “We could pretend that we’re one of only a few couples stranded on Mars and we have to populate the planet,” she giggled one night as she came to bed naked. “I need your big dick in my unprotected womb right now,” she growled.
I knew that she was “protected,” since I saw the bill for his last Depo-Provera shot only two weeks earlier but I played along. “I think that I need to eat your pussy to get it properly warmed up,” I growled, “to be sure that you’re ready to receive my seed.”
After her second orgasm courtesy of my tongue and fingers I mounted her, buried my hog in one push resulting in a long, sustained, groan from her, and proceeded to deposit one of my largest loads ever in her pulsating pussy. She muffled her scream with a pillow and I grunted like a Neanderthal having experienced one of my most intense and long-lasting orgasms ever.
That is our life was as happy as it could be in the pandemic until two days after the epic love-making session described above when I was assigned John Upton as a patient.
I was dissatisfied with John’s responses when I talked to him over the phone; I could tell that he was holding back. I stressed to him the importance of being straight with me and made arrangements to meet him personally.
When I met John it was outside in a park, spaced seven feet from each other. I didn’t have complete PPE on but did have a virus-killing mask, gloves, a face shield, and a paper smock. He had a mask on too, so I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but I thought that I recognized his eyes. It turned out that he worked in the building next to Lisa’s so I may have seen him in that area.