Skip ahead to last test, urine sample...

"Just about. I suppose we can skip taking your temperature for the time being..." she said, opening a book she brought out of her pocket. "We'll just skip to the end of the examination..." Mrs. Olivia looked up from the medical text she was referring to, and picked up a smallish clear plastic tuperware-like container, held it up so I could see. “Urine sample,” she stated simply.

I tried to get up again, but was pulled down again onto the lap of the suddenly affectionate nurse’s aide, who this time made no bones about it and simply held my dick in one of her small neatly manicured hands. Mrs. Olivia made no move to correct this, or any move at all for that matter.

“Um, well, you’re going to have to bring it over here, your aide doesn’t seem to want to let go.”

The nurse shrugged. “I’m sure you could make it from there… there’s nothing wrong with the strength of your bladder, am I right?”

“What?!”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Amanda chimed in. “Can I aim for him? I’m really good, I swear!”

Mrs. Olivia shrugged again. “It’s up to David.”

“Can I David? Please? Pleeeaasse?”