Stalk Dr. Breedlove. Miss.

"I really can't," Dr. Breedlove tells you. "I'm already in trouble with my wife, who's also my supervisor."

"Will you be helping out with getting me ready to do my duties at home?" you ask.

"Sorry, I don't know," she says.

Later that day, or evening, you suppose, you wake up to see Dr. Fawn Rogers. She's taken Dr. Breedlove off your care rotation but maybe didn't have anyone but herself to put on.

You cooperate, being a good boy as Dr. Rogers checks you over. But you can't help but pop a hard one when she checks you out down there.

"Clearly no trouble with that part of your body, Mr. Forbes. At least nothing physiological," Dr. Rogers says. Her green eyes narrow in her honey-brown face.

You'd have to allow that filling her wife's mouth with your dick is more of a behavioral sorta thing.

"I'm sorry about that, Doctor," you say. "I didn't know you were married."

Dr. Rogers shakes her head.

"I wish I could say something that would help," you say. "My wife Mary and I pray on it together if we feel jealous, and just doing that together always helps." You smile. "Or there's always ****, I s'pose. You might like that better."