I raised my hand.
“Follow me, please,” she said.
I got up.
This nurse looked fantastic. Her white uniform was so tight it looked like a surfing outfit. She was 5’7" with eyes of heaven. All her measurements were right on the money, just the way I liked them.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said rather enthusiastically.
Clarissa slapped my thigh.
“Stop ogling the woman. Don’t you have any respect? We’re in a hospital for crying out loud.”
“Stop hitting me. I’m not your kid. And this is not a church or anything sacred like that. Relax. You’re not my wife anymore. Remember?”
This is why we got divorced.
“Don’t make a fool of yourself. You’re no spring chicken anymore,” she shot back.
“Mr. Bennett, are you coming, sir?” the nurse said louder.
“Not yet, but maybe soon,” I said to myself very quietly as I chuckled. “Yes. Yes. I’m following you. Please lead the way,” I said much, much louder.
The nurse looked even better from behind. She swayed those hips like models on a runway. Her beautiful brunette curls swayed in the wake of her hips. Boy, I was smitten.
She looked back at me.
“Looking at anything you like?” she asked.
Oh, Jesus. Yes!!
“I’m sorry. What do you mean?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“You heard me.”
She looked back again. I walked a little faster to catch up next to her.
“I asked, are you looking at my ass?”
I gulped.
I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never had a woman be so direct with me. I panicked a little bit.
“Well, umm, well—”
“Let me stop you right there, Mister.”
She put out her right palm, facing up.
“Before you say something stupid, which you may think is flattering, I must warn you.”
Who the hell does this rude bitch think she is?
“Ah, excuse me. What do you mean?” I asked.
“My boyfriend is Vito. He works for Mr. Moretti. He’s the muscle. He’s about 6’3", has muscles for days, and has a temper, which you wouldn’t care for. So if he finds out you’ve been gawking at my perky little ass, he’s going to beat you up and make you look like hamburger meat. Capisce?”
Oh, God. This is Vito’s girl? Unbelievable.
