Miss (Brian falls asleep)

"Let me take care of you now, honeybear," you say.

"Sweetie-pie," he murmurs drowsily, his beard damp with your juices.

You pull up a chair and redrape his sheets. It's a little awkward working around his immobilized leg. With a happy sigh, you start sucking on his wiener. He says something too low for you to hear. Soon, he drifts off. His wiener goes soft in your mouth and his breaths go deep and slow. Your husband is asleep.

"Hard day, honeybear, hard day," you whisper. "Come home soon."

You gather yourself together, taking your one shoe off, and tiptoe away in your stocking feet past Nurse June. You hope she wakes up before someone else comes in. Maybe she'll take really good care of your husband the way it seemed like she might. You feel a little awkward without panties and shoes, but you're happy you could come see your honey and welcome him home as best you could.