Bad? Terrible! The nurse advises him to avoid sex.

Latifah had to swim back and send the boat for Justin. There was some laughter, but not a lot, when she explained her husband needed to be picked up as a sunburn victim. Justin rode back sitting on a towel, unable to deal with anything more in the way of clothes. The tour boat office gave him a castoff sarong from the lost-and-found so he could walk the streets.

The tourist clinic in port gave him some aspirin and spray anaesthetic. He and Latifah sat and listened to the nurse give him treatment instructions and the prognosis and likely duration of his healing. She looked to Justin like a stringy bird, with her sun-lined face, flyaway hair, beaky nose and permanent tan.

"No dressing," the stringy-looking nurse in the tourist clinic said. "It'll be painful, but you're not blistered, so it's best to let it breathe. Much more of a nuisance changing one, to be sure. But I'm afraid it'll be sarongs and skirts for a few days, Mr. Payne," she said. "Lukewarm baths only. And try not to do anything that rubs or puts friction on the skin."

"Does that mean I can't..." Justin began. "I can't make love to my wife?"

The nurse looked at Latifah and Justin. Each nodded for her to continue. She cleared her throat. "Mr. Payne, with the whole front of your legs burned," the nurse said, "missionary, kneeling, and woman atop positions would be painful and if you break the skin, could put you at risk for a serious infection. If you were my husband, I would strongly suggest you content yourself with fellatio and masturbation."

Her eyes flashed up and to the side, and Latifah could tell she was leaving something out. Latifah noted the gold band on the nurse's hand and wondered if she should ask for Justin's sake what else her husband enjoyed. Perhaps she was just leaving out sixty-nine and sitting on his face.

Justin's face fell. Latifah put on an unhappy look for his sake.

"Very well," the nurse said. "You aren't the first young couple I've seen in this situation at this clinic. There are ways to cope, if you simply must conquer Jamaica on your back, so to speak. Unofficially I would say that you should attempt positions that don't put pressure or friction on the front of Mr. Payne's legs. Sitting intercourse with Mr. Payne sitting crosslegged or rear entry lying on your sides would be two options. Mr. Payne should cover his legs to reduce incidental friction. There are other positions, depending. If you would both stand up?" she asked.

Justin and Latifah stood up, giving the nurse a confused look. She looked at each of them, then spoke to Justin. "Standing rear entry could also work, if your penis is long enough to compensate for the distance you lose to her buttocks," she said. "Mrs. Payne will need something to raise her up, perhaps a cinderblock or large brick under her feet."

"Platform shoes?" Latifah asked.

The nurse squinted. "Perhaps four- or five-inch platforms would suffice, Mrs. Payne," she said. "You will also have to stick out your buttocks a little, so Mr. Payne doesn't put friction on his sunburn. Five-inch, I think. Be careful that what you brace against is firm." She tilted her head. "You may sit." Latifah sat. Justin slowly lowered himself into his plastic chair. "If you were a bit smaller, madam, or if your husband looked more muscular, I might suggest standing intercourse with your husband holding your buttocks while you wrap your legs around his waist. As it is, you might be able to accomplish that with the aid of a sturdy counter or wall. I wouldn't advise any door in this town, speaking from experience." she said. "And not every wall." Her cheeks colored slightly under the tan.

Latifah giggled. Perhaps Nurse still had a hot tail, if getting fucked through a wall was recent enough to still embarrass her. She whispered in Justin's ear, "Rosalia." Rosalia was small enough for Justin to lift and hold while thrusting into her, while Latifah would be a challenge for Justin, even if her legs held firmly around his waist.

The nurse continued, "A sufficiently high bed or table would allow Mrs. Payne to draw back her knees and let Mr. Payne enter standing from the front. You would want a padded edge so Mrs. Payne's buttocks could hang a little off the edge. You want her vagina as exposed and as far forward of the edge as is possible in comfort," the nurse concluded.

Latifah whispered to Justin again. "I think Doe would like you to do her like that. John gets off on seeing her spread wide open, too. He'd probably jump on her right after you." Latifah pinched her husband's butt.

Justin nodded. "Hm." he said.

"So," Latifah said, "You don't advise us to do our marital duties with his leg burns healing. But we could try havin' Justin stand up and bang me from behind while I stand on a cash box, or have me lie on a high table and pull back my knees to stick my pussy off the edge, or sit me on a counter and wrap my legs around his waist, or sit him down crosslegged and have me sit on his cock."

"Yes, Mrs. Payne," the nurse said. "You would want to sit facing him. Or you could lie on your sides with him behind you, and stick out your buttocks and draw up your top knee. Not that I can professionally advise any of these positions with your husband's sunburn as it is."

Latifah whispered something to Justin.

"Nurse," Justin said. "Did you ever have to do house calls for the other couples who ended up like us? Checking on course of healing or giving advice on safe activities?"

The nurse blinked. "Why yes, a few times," she said.

"We wondered if you were available for a house call if we needed help or advice on my healing or treatment. Unofficially, if that helps?" Justin asked. He gave the name of the resort where they were staying.

"We're meeting some friends there and want poor Justin to be at his best," Latifah said. "If he has to conquer Jamaica."

The nurse raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat.