It was a little after 7 AM, and I was still in bed. I heard the lock, then the doorknob, and the door creaking as it opened.
“What the..?” I asked myself. Then, the light dawned.
Magdalena popped her head into my bedroom, smiled, and announced, “I am here, Mister Jack. Am I too early?”
“No, Magdalena,” It's all right, I responded. “I just slept in a bit, that's all.”
“Is everything all right?” she asked. “Are you feeling bad?”
“I'm probably coming down with something. I have nasal sniffles, and I feel hot.”
“that does not sound good, Mister Jack. We better take your temperature,” answered Magdalena. “Where is your thermometer?” she asked.
“In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” I answered haltingly. Magdalena moved quickly toward the bath; just as I remembered, there were two thermometers, one oral and one anal.
As I dreaded, Magdalena returned quickly. In her hand was a thermometer, and in the other hand, a jar of vaseline.