There is more to Jerry's sickness

Jerry was smiling at her as she emerged from the bathroom, topless. His eyes were glued to her large, heaving bosom and the old geezer did not even try to hide his excitement.

"I feel much better already! Thanks for respecting my needs!"

Vanessa smiled back and said, "Jonas suffers from a similar allergy, so I already knew a bit about it. But yours seems much more severe!"

She looked around, happy that Jerry's home was already reasonably clean, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Jerry suddenly looked sad and said, "You could, but I can't expect you to do that for me, It's too much to ask."

Vanessa shook her head, her breasts gently slapping against her chest and said, "No! It's my job to assist you! Please, tell me what I can do for you."

"Hmmmm… Alright then. But this is really not something a beautiful young lady like you should be concerned about."

"Come on, Jerry. Don't beat around the bush. Just tell me so I can help you!"

"So I have this illness, and it's really driving me crazy. In fact, I would love nothing more than to rip off my clothes right now."

"Why would you do that? What sort of illness is this? A rash?"

"Worse. I have… uhm… What's the medical term again? I have SPS."

"SPS?"

"Oh god. You've never heard of it, right? You probably think I'm a hypochondriac."

"No. I just don't know what it stands for, of course I believe you."

"It's the Sensitive Penile Syndrome a.k.a. Old Man's Dick. It's debilitating. It's so hard to wash myself down there and the pain drives me up the walls!"

The young, topless woman blushed as she heard of another crazy sickness she had never heard of before. But knowing that she was supposed to be a professional caregiver and was essentially at a job interview right now, she kept her cool and said, "No need to be embarrassed. Just explain what it is and how I can help you with it. Do you want me to bathe you maybe?"

Jerry shook his head, "No. The problem is that I can't touch myself down there without causing pain. Not with my hand. Here, this is an article I copied from a medical journal that explains the sickness in simple terms. Please read it. You will understand my needs much better afterwards."

He handed her a paper and looked at her expectantly. Vanessa examined the page that showed the logo of a seemingly reputable medical journal. The article seemed genuine and thankfully didn't use too many medical terms. Vanessa was actually surprised how easy it was to understand the content. As she read through the text, her eyes grew bigger and bigger. The poor man surely suffered terribly from that condition.