A moving image.... in lighter vein
by K. S. Sivakumaran
 Before the doctor stitched him,
a nurse poked her head in. The doctor was speechless. Either he wanted
to ask her for help or that he objected to her poking her head when he
was really doing something, hysterically hurting the patient.
Providence came in the way to prevent the doctor turn into a sort of
criminal in the presence of the buxom but shapely nurse with a face of
an innocent child. The doctor being an aged man couldn’t help having a
little fun at the expense of forgetting his mission.
He dared to touch her bosom as if in a casual manner and to his
surprise the young lady was willingly approving if he touches her with a
winsome smile. Then happened the unexpected visit of the attendant who
was stunned at what he had been seeing.
The attendant pretended to have not noticed the scene but was
thrilled to see an ageing doctor double the age of the spinster, the
youngish nurse, in an compromising situation. Like in the cinema, the
attendant entered into a fantasy visualizing putting himself into the
image of the doctor and was waltzing with the lass in white uniform. It
was a moving image indeed... |
