Thursday, February 9, 2012
Briefs and Shorts
Brief/Short # 1
She was pretty. And I loved that she didn't seem to know this. The way she lit up the room with her smile. Her hand gently sweeping her stray bangs as she spoke, before they fell back into place framing her beautiful face.
She would tilt her head ever so slightly as she giggled at my jokes. But then her face took on a serious look, as she held my gaze. I couldn't look away, and my breathing became heavy.
She unbuckled my belt, then pulled down my pants and boxer shorts. Slowly, gently. Until I could feel her breath on my nakedness. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to her.
Then the devious emergency room nurse jabbed a needle at my exposed hip, instantly ending our short-lived romance and my brief relapse into heterosexuality.
Brief/Short # 2
I had to be confined, so I called the hubby to let him know where I was. I was extremely nervous, knowing he would go ballistic upon learning I had a relapse.
I braced myself for a scolding. For not taking care of myself better. Of continuing to stuff myself with junk that the doctor previously warned me not to eat. For simply being stubborn and selfish.
Well, he would be right. But I was surprised when he simply asked how i was feeling. Where it hurt. What the doctor's initial diagnosis was. And that he hoped I would feel better soon.
"So you're not mad?" I asked him, feeling somewhat relieved.
"Wait 'til you get home," was his curt reply.
Brief/Short # 3
The lady from the admitting counter came back with my old records. I didn't realize that I was previously confined in this hospital some seven, eight years ago.
She said we had to go through my personal details on record to see if any updates were needed. I didn't appreciate the bureaucracy, as I was doubled over in pain. But the doctor was still with a patient, so I complied.
She said my name, address, telephone and ID number. They were all still current. She went through a few more and then read through my Emergency Contact Person details.
Beyond the excruciating pain that I was feeling, I heard her mention my husband's name.
I smiled. "He still is."
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