On a 7-9, you find June taking vital signs.

You find June, the pretty little redhead nurse, a couple of rooms over. She's taking a pulse and blood pressure reading for a new patient, wearing a stethoscope as she listens for a pulse in the patient's arm. You wait quietly, sizing her up. She's a cute, cheerful gal, her bright coppery hair pinned up, wearing a white nurse's uniform and nurse's flats. Not much in the way of T&A, but what a smile. You can see why she caught Brian's eye, and, well, you know very well how Brian caught her eye. She deserves a fine reward for playing with your husband's family jewels.

Eventually June notices you and turns around. "Ma'am, if you need help, the nurse's station is just down the hall," she says.

You give June your sweetest smile. Her face goes a little blank, and she drops the stethoscope bell. You hold her gaze, looking deep into her bright blue eyes. Cute freckles. Pale little eyelashes. Her shoulders drop, relaxing, and she answers your smile with her own.

"Come with me, hon," you say.