...Sometimes I Fantasize About Strangers at Work...

I'm thirty-five and married, but there's this patient...he came in with a twisted ankle...and the way he looked at me...it made my heart race. We had to...um...I needed to help him out of his jeans for bandaging...and well...he was hard...felt so good...his skin...so warm and smooth under my hands...had this intense look in his eyes...knew what I wanted too...just a quick moment before he left...we could've pretended it never happened. But we didn't...it's just this thing that haunts me now...