Miss: She gets her sample and leaves

Your erection just seems to get bigger under the cold pack. "Quickest way might be to clear the pipes," you say. "If you're in a hurry, maybe you could help me out?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha," Naomi Ito laughs. "Not to worry, I'm sure you'll be fine in a minute."

Indeed, as you can tell, things are softening up down there.

"I guess you'd be right on that," you say. And all the way soft.

Ms. Ito puts on a pair of latex gloves and gets a sample bottle ready. "A little wipe now," she says, running a cool moist wipe around the head of your penis. "All right now, deep breaths, relax," she says. "Let go." A little dribble rattles into her bottle. "There, now stop." She switches to another bottle. "All right now, let go..." You slowly fill the sample bottle. "There, we've got it. Thank you very much, Mr. Forbes."

And with that, she's off, pushing her cart. A nurse comes in to check your vital signs, tubes, wires, and all. You start feeling sleepy, and soon you're off to naptime.

You wake sometime later as someone is bustling round your bed doing something. Someone identifiably female, at least.