Aslin makes her hot.

She told me: "I sure like the way you read.  It's so relaxing...."

I heard: "Once he's asleep, I'm going to take you down the hall to an empty room and ravish you like you've never been ravished before!  God, you make me hot!"

Looking back, I know she just meant my reading to the boy, was relaxing.  I read The Chronicles of Narnia, the whole lot over his hospitalization, to put him to sleep at night.  I'm not sure if it was the reading or the morphine that put him to sleep, but I'm going to keep thinking it was my reading.

Jackie, who the boy affectionately called 'big bum' since the day she said she'd get her 'big bum' back here if he needed anything(she really had not a big nor small bum but had a way), was the (God, you make me hot) nurse.

Today I took the boy for his yearly checkup with the plastic surgeon.  Everything checked out well, and we go back in a year.  While we were there, Jackie, the boy's nighttime nurse was also there.  Again, she didn't offer to take me back to an empty room and ravish me.  Though I wasn't reading about Aslin saving the children either.

But yeah, nostalgia has it's place.

Later

Deaner