The nurse is an older woman, his
mother’s age, Mr. Fordham’s age, and Jason wonders what she’d have
to say about Wesley’s hand beneath the man’s jacket out in the
waiting room. With each step, Jason’s underwear bites into his hard
cock and she gives him a sympathetic look as she hands him a small
container. “Aww, honey, is it that bad?” she asks.
Worse than you
can imagine, Jason wants to say, but she
means the pain in his belly and not the erection shoved into his
jeans.
Pointing at the container she gave
him, she says, “Fill it up to about here, if you please. Lid on
tight, leave it on the side of the sink when you’re through.” She
holds open another door that leads into a cramped, pink-tiled
bathroom no larger than a small closet. When she flicks on the
light, a vent roar
