Do any of you watch House?
I love that show. Sometimes I fantasize that I am on that show. A patient with random, seemigly unrelated symptoms. However, House has a hunch–Aphasia? Lichen Simplex Chronicus? No–he’s wrong. He gets frustrated. Whatever is worng with me is serious and he is running out of time. My life is slipping through is fingers and he can’t figure out what is the matter. What does he do. He stops and you see realization glaze over his eyes. He walks over to the bed. In a haste, he cuts off my hospital gown with such determination as in a life or death situation. Then with the same haste and look of determination, he tears off his shirt and I frantically remove his pants? All the while his stethiscope is pressed against my chest. As he penetrates me with his larger than life cock, I can hear my own heart rate accelerate. My heart pounds faster and harder as he does.I’m sweaty. I feel like I’m close to death. Everything is turning dark. Then, I cum! I feel my heart rate slow to normal. My vision returns. My fever, if any goes down. I can walk again. I have a new vest for life. The doctor’s from his team come in and ask how e cured me. And his response is, I had a feeling and went with it. Then, everyone watches in awe as he exits the room. The camera flashes back to me and I have stars in my eyes. Credits roll. the end.
It ma sound crazy, but after every episode I have a different ending. And my that, I mean he attacks the problem from a different end. ::wink:wink::