| Author: | Jonathan Kollt | ISBN: | 9781476296036 |
| Publisher: | Jonathan Kollt | Publication: | June 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jonathan Kollt |
| ISBN: | 9781476296036 |
| Publisher: | Jonathan Kollt |
| Publication: | June 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
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“Aren’t you going to take my temperature first?”
“And just how did I forget that?” Susan asked out loud, smiling. Susan forgot she was holding a thermometer for just that reason. As she walked across the room her smile changed as she caught his gaze. Suddenly she felt like a little girl in her nurse uniform. Why was she suddenly so self conscious? On top of the old fashioned uniform, Kay had convinced her to wear bright pink underwear underneath her skirt, just to make things interesting around the clinic. She had agreed because, hell, there was no one ever around except old men. But now, as she approached her patient, she sensed he was looking right through her clothing. She felt like she was wearing nothing but her panties. When she reached the bed he lay down and began to roll over on his side, revealing a muscular buttock with a small shamrock tattoo sitting within the most perfect dimple.
“Oh God John,” she laughed. “That’s not how I’m going to take your temperature”.
John rolled over on his back, embarrassed. “I thought given everything seemed good and old fashioned around here, I’d just follow suit. I’m sorry.”
Susan bent over him and pulled his bottom lip out gently. Being careful of the scar that marked his lip, she slid the thermometer under in his mouth. “Keep it under your tongue for at least a minute. You have to give it time to absorb your body heat.” Oh God, everything that she said now had a sexual connotation, and he knew it.
“I can see down your top,” he said, his eyes were smiling devilishly. His speech was obscured by the thermometer under his tongue, so it sounded more like I can shee down your taaa.
“Well that makes you just like all the other old fogies in here, getting a thrill the best, and only, way you can.”
“Oush” he said in place of Ouch.
As a joke, she continued to force a conversation as he held the thermometer awkwardly. “So, when did you get that shamrock tattoo?” This also let him know she checked out his tight rear end.
“Lash year.”
She laughed as he realized what she was doing. Then, as she took the thermometer for a reading, he said “You know Susan, us Irish have to shtick together.” He played with his speech for her amusement. She guessed that with her name and strawberry hair, he had figured out her ancestry.
“Well you ring me when you are done with your shower.”
When she returned to her nurse’s station, she turned on her fan to cool off from the humidity. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he was continuing the innuendos when he said schtick together, particularly in this heat…
READ AN EXCERPT:
“Aren’t you going to take my temperature first?”
“And just how did I forget that?” Susan asked out loud, smiling. Susan forgot she was holding a thermometer for just that reason. As she walked across the room her smile changed as she caught his gaze. Suddenly she felt like a little girl in her nurse uniform. Why was she suddenly so self conscious? On top of the old fashioned uniform, Kay had convinced her to wear bright pink underwear underneath her skirt, just to make things interesting around the clinic. She had agreed because, hell, there was no one ever around except old men. But now, as she approached her patient, she sensed he was looking right through her clothing. She felt like she was wearing nothing but her panties. When she reached the bed he lay down and began to roll over on his side, revealing a muscular buttock with a small shamrock tattoo sitting within the most perfect dimple.
“Oh God John,” she laughed. “That’s not how I’m going to take your temperature”.
John rolled over on his back, embarrassed. “I thought given everything seemed good and old fashioned around here, I’d just follow suit. I’m sorry.”
Susan bent over him and pulled his bottom lip out gently. Being careful of the scar that marked his lip, she slid the thermometer under in his mouth. “Keep it under your tongue for at least a minute. You have to give it time to absorb your body heat.” Oh God, everything that she said now had a sexual connotation, and he knew it.
“I can see down your top,” he said, his eyes were smiling devilishly. His speech was obscured by the thermometer under his tongue, so it sounded more like I can shee down your taaa.
“Well that makes you just like all the other old fogies in here, getting a thrill the best, and only, way you can.”
“Oush” he said in place of Ouch.
As a joke, she continued to force a conversation as he held the thermometer awkwardly. “So, when did you get that shamrock tattoo?” This also let him know she checked out his tight rear end.
“Lash year.”
She laughed as he realized what she was doing. Then, as she took the thermometer for a reading, he said “You know Susan, us Irish have to shtick together.” He played with his speech for her amusement. She guessed that with her name and strawberry hair, he had figured out her ancestry.
“Well you ring me when you are done with your shower.”
When she returned to her nurse’s station, she turned on her fan to cool off from the humidity. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he was continuing the innuendos when he said schtick together, particularly in this heat…
