MARIA SPIEGELMANN
A Fictitious Sagacious Saga
About A Healing Angel
Who Loved Me And
Taught Me How To Do It.
By
Izzy Ess Of Happiness
Maria
Spiegelmann was just a little plump with luscious lips and ample breasts and
she looked just great in her tight whites as the Department Head of Suburban
Seaman’s really busy Maple Hollow Hospital in NYC’s suburb of Palatial Borough. The original idea for the small hospital was
to service seafarer’s who did dock in NYC’s busy wharf and would need some
medical attention after being out at sea.
The Hospital expanded and became a part of the big network of New York
City’s Hospitals that had connections to the University and its quite famous
Faculty of Medicine and Nursing.
Part
of the chapel was dedicated to Saint Brendan the Navigator, an Irish Monk who
had infact discovered America centuries before Christopher Columbus and Eric
the Red. In about 350 AD, this
adventurous monk had made his own little boats of hemp and animal skins and a
single sail and set off from his base monastery in Ireland to point the boat in
all directions. That he reached the
coast of Newfoundland was documented by his own writings which describe
accuratedly the caost of Newfoundland as well as the coast of what would
eventually be Virginia. No concrete
evidence like the Viking rectangular dormitory, was ever found. However, his writing is still abailable and
it documdnts accurately his getting to Newfoundland and Virginia, all around
the British Isles, the North and Mediterranean Seas, the west coasts of Africa
and Europe, from top to bottom, and all around the east end of the
Mediterranean including the very new Holy Roman Empire and the fledgling lands
which are now Israel, Lebanon, Libya, Egypt, Greece, Italy, Carthage, and lands
just 300 years after the crucifixion. I
believe he would have seen the highly stifled Constantine Pope and might have
met with him. I don’t believe this part
of his writings. This was a plucky,
adventurous young monk and his personality suggests he would have been like
James Tiberius Kirk of the Star Ship, Enterprise, going where no Irishman had
ever been before! Apparently, he was a
loner and meeting with the natives of the strange lands he reached did not seem
to be a big priority. Besides, much of
the land he touché upon was uninhabited except for aboriginals, which
apparently he doesn’t document, eh? Perhaps he did mingle with the natives and
even had intercourse with them. If so,
he didn’t write about it and I believe would have been dangerous for his vows
to do so or to tell about it, at all.
I’m guessing he always had a bottle of his finest monastery liqueur with
him to keep him warm at nights, but again, that is not documented. It is more likely that his sexual aggression
was curbed by his schooling and upbringing and as a distinct difference between
the real Brother Brendan and Captain Jim, was that his sexual aggression was
sublimated whereas Kirk often thought with his genitalia. The scripts of Star Trek would have been a
lot less appealing if it were not so.
The appeal of Jean Luc Picard, the Captain of the new and Improved USS
enterprise is that he thought with both ends of his body and both sides of his
brain. Brendon would have been more like
Data, without the brandy. Brendon’s
documentation was at least asgood as data’s done without the modern computer,
eh? His beatification and saint-like
conversion was indeed a Godsend.
My
dear readers, Brendan is someone I would have loved to meet and discuss things
with. Incidentally, I am auditioning
Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits. It
is perfect accompaniment for this story, or any story, for that matter, eh? \i must admit that Maria Spiegelmann is the
fictional name of someone I really did meet in person and she was exquisite and
quite in love with me, as I was in love with her. In my mind she is still quite real and very
sexy and very tragic, like any heroine in literature. She taught me things, and let me feel things,
that I would have never known or felt otherwise…
Our
Maria was an A+ nursing student, about ten years ago when was first in her own
graduating class. She was the Valedictorian
and delivered an amazingly inspiring speech about how nurses served the doctors
and the patients in their respective areas of expertise. She was recruited actively by Maple Hollow
Hospital to head its busy ER. George
Clooney was not there, but many eligible single doctors actively did woo her
for romance. She was quite choosy and
could pick and choose whomever she did want to bed for fun and pleasure. Maria was fastidious in the accuracy of her
records and insisted that the nurses under her kept quite accurate accounts of
all the ER patients.
My
name is Michael Rubenstein. I was a
young professor at the University involved with research and some teaching of
the students all enrolled in Medicine and Nursing, with regard to all anatomies
and physiologies that were important to their educations. Maria was quite instrumental in the lining up
of cardiology embarrassed patients, including seafarers, who were admitted to
the ER for emergencies of heart attacks and strokes. Her diagnoses were quite accurate. The new American Cardiologist was eager to
explore the physiology and pathophysiology of strokes and heart attacks in
indigent heart patients who were coming to the Maple Borough Hospital. Marie assisted me with the cardiac
catheterization to collect the data for my research project strongly supported
by the US Government. Maria was my
intelligent and capable assistant and she earned a place of the whole research
team for completing the big series of catheterizations for the study.
The
research did establish that the early diagnostic testing had prognosticating
value with regard to doing early bypass surgery on coronary arteries if the
acute attack involved the artery that was the big descending coronary, right
down the front of a patient’s heart. Lives
could be saved if these particularly diseased coronary arteries were quickly
bypassed by the new procedures which did involve the grafting of the patients’
own leg veins. Maria was so slick in the
piercing of the arteries and veins for insertion of the catheters which were
threaded up into the right and left large coronary systems. Often it was her that quickly obtained samples
of the venous and arterial bloods which allowed me to just concentrate on
getting angiographic X-ray, dynamic, online, movie photographs of vital active
circulations of all the arteries of the beating heart, including all four
chambers of the heart. The dye we used
was super-concentrated and would often make the heart have extra beats. It was Maria who would watch the electrocardiographic
monitor to warn us of the extra beats which could get so frequent that a
cardiac arrest would happen. Then it was
Maria, who had defibrillating paddles greased and so prepared for the cardiac
counter-shock which saved a lot of lives which could have been lost from the
complications of the procedures.
I
worked so closely with Maria that it seemed inevitable that an accidental touch
might lead to romance or at least a night of sex. Well, dear readers, the touching led to both
romance and heavy sex. It was during
quiet times in bed, that my Maria told me her intensive history of sexual
activity. I’ll let Maria tell her story
in her own words, eh?
My name is Ms. Maria Spiegelmann. I was born in
old New York to parents who had immigrated from the war torn Europe, with many
Germans and a great variety of Europeans, and had settled in the New York City
Burroughs, usually in Communities of ethnic and cultural big groupings. The German community was actively against the
war and had lost a lot of kith and kin throughout hostilities in Europe and in
Asia and in Africa. I was the first born
and the first American of my large family of kith and kin and grew up with
radio and television. I was intrigued by
High Society and wished to be a part of it and live out the so-called Dream of
the Americans: great wealth, great jobs, new cars, big houses, celebrity,
health care and higher education for the offspring, humorously numbered at 2.1
per family. By the time my breasts
developed, the boys at school quite willingly shelled out their cash allowances
and their lunch money to feel my breasts or feel me up. An older negro student started a big
enterprise with me as bait and started taking cuts for himself and made me into
an expensive commodity. When I graduated
from Palatial Secondary School, my negro friend and I were wealthy.
I did qualify for an escort service in NY for
celebrities. It catered mainly to the
higher ups within the mafia and stars of stage and screen that were in NYC for
the shows and big productions. When I
was only eighteen, I was proud to have been bedded by Sinatra, Bennet, Lawford
and Dean Martin as well as Bugsy Siegel and some other well-known bosses of the
Mafia, as well as several famous women who preferred the company of women over
men.
There was one Mafia boss who took a personal
interest in my health and welfare. He
was married but could easily afford to send me to Nursing School where I
excelled with the proviso that I would be his own exclusive mistress and would
marry him when he was free of his own wife.
I fell in love with Michael Rubenstein and would have loved to marry him
but I could not easily free myself from my sponsoring Mafia boss. It might have meant my vaporization, or in
the very least, a mysterious disappearance.
Michael was kind and sort of naïve about sex and the real relationships
between men and women. However, he
learned fast. I cried for weeks when I
had to tell him it was over between us and I’ve never seen him again. I did achieve the American Dream. I live in a huge mansion with magnificent new
and ancient furniture. I have at my
command some twenty-five employees with whom I dare not dally, though
sometimes, I do dare and take my life in my hands. I depend on the kindness of these secret
lovers who do not expose me for my sexual aggressiveness and need for genuine
love and tenderness. I have a
chauffeured limousine at my disposal for shopping trips and small excursions
into the NY state country side. I’ve
seen practically all the Broadway shows, with or without the company of my new
husband. Often, it is the tall handsome
well-dressed chauffeur, packing loaded pistols, that sits beside me in the
Royal Box or Balcony. I don’t want for
anything. I eat gourmet foods and I
drink expensive Champaigns. All my
extensive collections of diamond jewelry are not paste but they are the real
thing.
I have met hundreds very wealthy people in the
Mafia and other dark societies, as well as very famous people in show business
and politics, the other dark society in America. I count as friends many of the starlets and
young aspiring stars. But most of all, I
miss my Michael who is now the Chief Cardiologists at Cleveland Clinic. Famous
for its advances in the field. He is
still quite handsome. I can follow his
career without causing any suspicion of my true love for him, but meeting him
for a rendezvous could be most unhealthy for both of us. I’ve wondered if he still thinks about me
even though he is happily married to another cardiologist who works with him at
Cleveland Clinic. She is pretty and I’m
sure she benefits from our experiences with love and sex. I’m sure he’s never told his wife about me. He has four children and I’m sure they’re all
handsome, pretty and very intelligent.
I love you Michael! I’ll always love you! Maybe our spirits will meet in the
Afterlife. Of course, you will be in
Heaven while I will be firmly ensconced in Hell. We’ve both earned our places in America’s
High Society. You are famous and I am
infamous. Is there really a difference,
except in the minds of the righteous, judgemental members of American society? Future generations may see us much
differently than the present lot of puritans.
Aboriginals would understand and hold as equally in awe for our
aggressive leadership, eh?
My
associate and I won the Nobel Prize for Medicine and Science soon after our
pioneering work with cardiac catheterization in the ER. We gave credit to the brave medical student
who catheterized his own heart and was expelled by a German Medical School Dean
of Stupidness because he felt it was against the Laws of God to put a catheter
into the heart! I wished I could have
shared it with Maria but I was well aware of how another Dean of Stupidness
would make a self-righteous judgement publically and have her fired or
otherwise punished for her brilliant work that a mere woman, with a shady past,
shouldn’t be diddling with. In
Stockholm, I thought about her the entire time that I was accepting my huge
Prize and Honours. Wonderful job offers
for myself and my colleagues were already pouring in.
I
have no way of knowing about the future of my one true love. I am afraid that it may be a tragic end for
her, because that’s the way she would want it.
You could say that she successfully made her bed and now sleeps
uncomfortably within it. I fantasize
about one delicious surreptitious interview and interlude, but I’m sure it will
never happen. My tears are happy ones
for you and I. Happy Landings, my dear
Maria. I wish for you every bit of Peace
and Happiness that you surely deserve.
You have been instrumental in saving myriads of lives, including
mine. I will love you, forever. Perhaps our spirits will be together in
Heaven, or Hell, or in a wonderful Garden of Eden, somewhere in Paradise. Amen and Hallelujah!
THE END
©
izzy sommers, md
Welland,
Canada
November
21, 2013
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