Miss: Someone's breaking into Trisha's car

Trisha gives you a quick look, grins, and replies to Jodee, "I'm totally up for a ride. You sure we won't break him?"

"He's as broken as it gets already," Jodee says. "I'll help you on and off if you like. Okay, here goes. Me first."

Jodee starts shimmying out of her scrub pants and panties.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" an alarm goes off.

"Eek!" Jodee says. She freezes, pants to her knees, flashing her glorious red bush as she scans the monitors above your bed.

"Sorry sorry!" Trisha says. She clicks something and the alarm stops. "What? Shit, someone's breaking into my car!"

"Trisha?" Jodee says.

"Got a new alarm," Trisha says. She gives you a glance. "Sorry Brian!" she says. She turns on her heel and runs out of the room.

"Guess you gotta go help your ride?" you say.

Jodee gulps. "Yup. I'll go get security to help," she says. She starts to turn around.

"Better pull up your pants," you say.

"Oh, yeah," she says. She yanks her scrub pants up and grabs her purse.

"You on duty tomorrow night?" you ask.

But Jodee's gone in a flash of red ponytail and a flutter of scrub blouse shirttails.

And you're still hard. But you do still have Dr. Didyma Breedlove's panties, and they're still faintly damp and fragrant in that special way. You could just get yourself off and go to sleep, or you could hope that whoever's taken Jodee's shift might take some interest in your case.