An orderly: let's go MILF shopping in Maternity!

"Hi, can I come in?" a sweet voice called from the door.

"Sure, sure, come on in," I replied.

A precious-looking orderly with dark blue scrubs entered the room. She had a pleasant face with a bright smile framed by long, dirty blond hair. She couldn't have been older than 19.

"How are you feeling, sir?" she asked. "Is there anything you need?"

"I'm feeling great, actually!" I said. "I think my surgery was a success!"

"Well, I'm glad to hear it," she said as she checked my dining tray for garbage and straightened the couple of books I had placed on the bedside table. "I'm Charissa, by the way."

"Very nice to meet you, Charissa. I'm Martin," I replied pleasantly. "Can you help me with something?"

"Of course, that's my job!" she chirped.

"A really good friend of mine called to say she had a baby yesterday."

"Oh that's wonderful!" Charissa squealed.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "And she's right here in this hospital. Could you take me to the area where the new mothers are?"

I could see Charissa consider this request. It was unusual, to be sure... but what harm could it do?

"Um, OK, sure," she said. "Let me grab a wheelchair. Be right back."

"Thank you, Charissa. I'm so excited to see her. I just love meeting new moms!"

I smiled broadly. This was gonna be fun.