On a 7-9, you get out of trouble, but it will cost you.

"Ma'am?" June's patient says, the blood pressure cuff still around her arm. She's a sweet older lady with gray curls.

"Don't worry, hon," you say as you cradle the petite redheaded nurse in your arms, limp in a post-orgasmic faint. "I know what happened, she'll be okay. Let me get her on her way, and then you just press the nurse call button."

When you lift up June in your arms. one of your shoes turns sideways, and the heel breaks. Your ankle twinges but still holds. Pressing your lips together, you kick off the useless shoe and nudge it under the hospital bed. You settle June so you can carry her. As long as you don't have to run, you'll be fine. But you shouldn't delay in getting Brian what he wants.

June's eyes roll open. She looks at you dreamily. "Mama?" she says. "Oh no, did I wet the bed?"

"You fainted, sweetheart, I'm gonna take care of you."

Limping a little, you carry the nurse out of the room, down the hall, and into your honeybear's room. Happily the second bed is still vacant. June looks at you, still confused, as you sit her on the toilet.

"Let's take care of those panties, then, June," you say.

You open her white nurse pants, wet at the crotch seam, and slide them down and off her legs, depositing them in the laundry hamper, then pull her panties down. God hasn't blessed June with much in the way of curves, making it a little easier to slide them off.

"Oh my, June," you say. "You haven't wet the bed, you must have been dreaming of someone you love."

"Oh," she says, and smiles at you. "Am I okay?"

"You're just great, honey," you tell her. "Now remember you're working at the hospital today, and you have a patient that needs your help."

June nods, her tightly gathered, smooth red hair shining in the bathroom light.

"You know that warm feeling you have between your legs, honey? Your patient Mr. Forbes has it too, and he needs help with it."

June's eyes focus a bit, and she looks around, sensing something out of place.

You continue. "You know how you were stroking his thing earlier? He needs you to finish, hon."

June nods, a little uncertain. "Oh," she says. Her fingers curl, cupping a shaft of air.

"Uh-huh, just like that," you say. "And I'm sure it's so tasty you'll want to put it in your mouth."

June's cheeks blush pink, highlighting the freckles on her skin.

"And while you're taking care of him, I'll take care of you, honey, don't you worry. Now, honey, here are your panties, just bring them out and give them to Mr. Forbes."

June's eyes widen, but then they meet yours and soften into a dreamy look.