Shirley feels my forehead. "MMM, you seem a little warm, Walter. Are you feeling ok?" "Not really, dear." "Maybe I better call my friend Jan, the Nurse?" "Ok, if you think you should." Shirley returns to me shortly. "Jan will be here in a few minutes, baby. She says to put you in our bed."
Soon I am in our bed, stripped to my shorts. Jan soon arrives, carrying her big blue bag. Shirley watches as she checks my BP, and pulse. She listens to my chest, with her stethoscope. I wince when she palpates my tummy area. "Turn on your side, Walter, I need to check your temperature." "On my side?" "Yes, a GOOD Nurse checks the temperature rectally. "Ohhhh,,,,,"
I do as told, and I feel her lowering my shorts. She parts my cheeks a bit, and inserts a well lubed thermometer into my rectum. She holds it in place for the full 5 minutes needed. Jan removes it, wipes it, and reads it. "Hmm, you do have some mild fever. I'm going to do a digital exam of your rectum. I think you are constipated, but I want to check to be sure. Jan pulls on a latex glove, and lubes one finger.
I soon feel her long finger inside me, probing deeply. She can't help but be rubbing my prostate, and my manhood reacts. Jan laughs. "Well, those parts seem healthy." She removes her finger, discards the glove, and looks at Shirley. "Shirley? I have three choices to make Walter feel better. I can give him a strong laxative, but it will take a while to work. I can try a glycerin suppository in his rectum, or I could give him an enema. Without a doubt, giving him an enema would be the fastest cure." Shirley looks at Jan. "Are you thinking about one of those "fleet enemas? I ahd one of those once, and I sure did not enjoy the after affects at all." "Oh no, I don't ever use those. I have a disposable full, normal enema kit in my bag."