Thanks for the tender loving care

I’m lying on a bed. There must be some reason for me to be here, although I feel fine. I’m wearing my pants and a T-shirt. After flipping through the TV channels for a while, I get bored and wonder what’s wrong with me and when I’ll be discharged.

Suddenly, a nurse comes into the room. I immediately notice two things: first, the nurse is breathtaking. Second, instead of the usual blue bottoms and top that look like pajamas, today she’s wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits that they sell in novelty shops.

It’s a blindingly white dress, tight, with a buttons that goes all the way down the front. On her feet are beige heels with 8-inch stiletto heels that look really uncomfortable. She wear beige pantyhose or stockings, I still can not see this closer. Her legs are spectacular. Her brown hair is beautiful and curls. “Hello, Ben,” she says with a smile. “How are you feeling today?” asks with her car