Student Nurse
Jackie called me into the surgery for a blood test, so I strolled in on a bright, sunny day. I sat down patiently, then she spoke my name.
“How are you doing? I have a student who will be dealing with you today.”
“No problem,” I said.
Upon entering, Sarah beamed me a good morning.
“How are you?”
“I’m good,” I replied.
“Sit down. What have you been up to today?” she asked.
I was debating whether to tell her I’d been making passionate love, but I thought better of it.
“Oh, I’ve been reading and drafting a poem at home.”
“Wonderful,” she said, as she rolled up my sleeve and administered a short, sharp prick into my vein.
“All done now,” she said, as she stuck that horrible plaster on my arm—the kind that, if left on too long, stings the shit out of you when you carefully peel it off the next morning.
“So, what will you do for the rest of this gorgeous day? Unfortunately, we have three more hours.”
I almost told her I was going back home for more passionate lovemaking. I just love the feeling.
“Oh, I’ll take a stroll and see where my feet take me,” I replied.
“Good idea,” she said. “Well, enjoy your day.”
“You too, Sarah. And take care, Jackie. See you soon.”
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