Miss: Patty has to leave

"Sit down, Patty, give her some space," you say. You look at the technician. "No big deal. Patty and I know each other real well. I should be able to give you your sample."

Ms. Ito pulls back the covers and blinks at your erection. She falls back to the routine of asking you to tell her your full name, your birthdate, and all, and checks it against your hospital wristband.

"It doesn't look like you're ready to give a sample, Mr. Forbes," Naomi says. She looks over at Patty, who you'd have to admit is dressed to show off her assets in a tight and low-cut kind of way which you suppose a reasonable person might guess had something to do with the hold-up. "Would you please wait outside, Ma'am?" she tells Patty.

"Hmmph, then," Patty says. She hobbles out on her braced ankle. You hear her purse click open. She's on her cellphone to someone.

Naomi bustles with the sample cart, giving you a chance to settle down. However, Ms. Ito has her own assets which are obvious even inside her loose scrubs, nicely soft and round in back and a nice pair up front, so the reason for the hold-up hasn't quite gone away. She turns back to you, and seeing that you haven't gone down, she asks, "May I put on a cold pack to settle you down so we can get a sample?"

"Be my guest," you say.

Ms. Ito applies a bag of ice chips wrapped in a damp towel. It's cold and refreshing, but if anything, Old Number One gets bigger and longer with her attentions.

"Quickest way might be to clear the pipes," you say. "If you're in a hurry, maybe you could help me out?"