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Life is funny. Sometimes you waltz through life like there's nothing to it, and then sometimes it slaps you upside the head. I had a good deal going with my girlfriend; we'd been going out for a year and a half, and neither of us was in a rush to get married. We got along, liked mostly the same things, and the sex was good. Not mind-blowing, she wasn't much for creativity in bed and I didn't want to be pushy about it, but it was okay.
Well, Erin was out of town for a conference and I was home and horny. I wanted something more physically satisfying than the topless bars, so I went down to the newsstand and picked up one of the adult entertainment papers. There was quite a variety of ads, both print and picture. I settled on "Nurses Station -- Let our personal treatment reduce the swelling!" I wanted something different from Erin, so I asked for a redhead. They offered me a 5'10" brunette for 200 dollars, and pointed out that this was an incall where she had complete exam facilities. I agreed that the full medical workup sounded like a good deal, and we set an appointment for eight o'clock.
I arrived at the indicated location, a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood, at three minutes before eight. A few moments after I rang the doorbell, the door opened and I looked at the face of about the last person I'd have expected to see.
Erin's Aunt Theresa.
I'd met Aunt Theresa on several occasions, and she was always the soul of disapproving propriety. But not now. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform with a very short hemline, white hose and white pumps. The top of her outfit was unbuttoned enough to emphasize cleavage that I'd never consciously noticed, her long dark-brown hair was pulled back with a single hair bow, and she had done something with her makeup that made her look about ten years younger. We both stared at each other open-mouthed for what seemed like forever, but she got her composure back first and stepped out of the doorway, beckoning me in with a chuckle.