Beware the man they call Mr. Bo Jingles

Three hours later at the local mental hospital, Nurse Terri Alden was having dinner in the cafeteria with her co-worker Janet Wood (no relation) when her pager went off.

"Oh, rats!" Terri cried as she looked at her pager. "Mr. Bo Jingles is having a seizure again!"

"Does he have them very often?" asked Janet.

"Often enough," said Terri with a sigh. "Come along. If we don't see a male orderly on the way, I might need you to help me with Mr. Jingles."

Of course, as luck would have it, all the male orderlies were busy that night and it was up to Terri and Janet to attend to Mr. Jingles on their own.

Terri was a blonde girl whose hair had visible dark roots. Some patients thought she looked a little like Debbie Harry; older gents seemed to think she looked more like a Bond girl. Janet, on the other hand, was a short brunette who did not fill out the top part of a nurse's uniform quite as well as Terri did though she was easy enough on the eyes apart from that.

In any event, by the time they both made it to Mr. Jingles' room -- actually a thinly disguised padded cell -- the man was lying on the floor, face-up and frothing at the mouth. As the two women watched in horror, Mr. Jingles suddenly passed out and lost all signs of consciousness. Even his heart monitor seemed to be on the verge of flatlining.

"What shall we do?" asked Janet.

"I guess wait till an orderly shows up," said Terri.

"But the poor man is obviously dying," said Janet. "Surely we can't wait till then."

"That 'poor man' is a vicious serial stripper who once undressed an entire campsite of girls," said Terri. "There are women to this day who still feel uncomfortable getting undressed because of what Mr. Jingles did to them. Besides, he's too large and heavy for the two of us to manage by ourselves."

"But we have to try something," said Janet.

Terri sighed. "Oh, all right. We'll open up the door and see what we can do."

Terri fetched the pass key from the nearby nurse's desk and reluctantly opened the door to Mr. Jingles's cell. The heavyset man was still lying on the floor, ****, his greasy long hair trailing on the floor around his head. Terri knelt down by his chest and listened for signs of breathing. When she heard none, she slowly opened the big man's mouth and started administrating CPR.

In goes the good air, she thought. Out goes the bad air. In goes the good air. Out goes the bad air. In goes the --

All of a sudden, Terri felt the man breathing. She was so excited by her success that she forget to wonder why the man's hands were untied.

Then, as she backed away, she heard the big man whisper, "Sorry."

And then suddenly two mighty hands were attaching themselves to the top of her nurse's uniform and pulling straight down. She heard a ripping sound and tried to back away.

But it was too late. Her nurse's uniform had been torn right off.

Terri turned to yell for help but by now, Mr. Jingles was covering her mouth with one enormous hand while another grabbed hold of her slip and started to yank on it.

She turned in desperation toward Janet, only to see her standing there in shock, not even trying to move, until at last Terri was as naked as a newborn infant.

Then and only then did Janet decide to make a run for it.

But by then, of course, it was too late.