Philip Wales stands at the center of the VIP room. The beautiful view through the window - the grass, garden, lake and mountain far away - is so familiar to him. As one of the founders of this hospital, he had wandered most all the state before choosing this location. Originally, he built it for altruistic reasons and never dreamed he would depend on it for his health accreditation one day. Life is ironic. Now he has to accept the routine health test to maintain his power to the trustees. He enabled the rule that the president should ensure his health condition when he is 60+ to force the former president to abdicate. Then, 30 years later, at the age of 72, it's his turn.
As a senior citizen, he is unusual. Perfectly fit, active mind, humorous personality, transparently endless energy, and sometimes-aroused sex drive. He is like a fire that no one knows when it would blaze up. Some younger trustees even died before him. The others can't seem to wait longer. They always remind the " King Wales" of his age and each of them want to replace him.
But he never gives in. He will control everything as long as possible. Mentally he sizes himself up. He is of 6'2", 220 pounds, chest as thick as a bucket and copious grizzled chest hair. His hair is colored to black and gray carefully concealing the symptom of age and not to be too unnatural. He is stocky but not fat and has no belly. He does physical exercises everyday to keep fit. Between his tanned muscular legs hang his well-endowed genitals of at least 6" when flaccid, cut with a thick head; it has made many women crazy. And it still works at times. Philip has the confidence to work for another 10 years. Long-term executive work gives him a stern look. He is dressed in a well-made white suit and an expensive shirt that wraps his chest muscle tightly. His stern lips and imperious mustache also make him statelier.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Wales. Welcome to the Heaven Hospital to have a routine health check. I am your personal consultant. I will lead you through the whole procedure. Please just relax and enjoy your tour." A sweet sound interrupts Philip's meditation. He turns around and finds a little sexy thing in front of him. A nurse, very young girl, is smiling at him. She is not very tall, only to his chest. At the first sight, Philip is almost shocked. She is beautiful, but maybe a little too…dizzying. She is dressed like any other nurse, white smock, white skirt, white headgear. She has blonde hair, twisted a bun at the back of her head. With big blue eyes, straight little nose and ruby lovely lips, she has the face of angel. But her clothes? Philip can't help staring at her chest. The smock seems a bit too tight. It wraps her curvy flesh, only emphasizing how hot her body is. The at least C cup breasts seem likely to burst out in any minute. In fact the first upper button has been unbuttoned somehow. The strict old gentleman can have a peek of her pink brassieres from his angle. Her snow-white arms are exposed from the short sleeves. What is worse, the skirt she wears is inches shorter than normal, not even covering her knees, which makes her leggier. Philip suspects that if he sits down, he will definitely be able to see her thigh and her panties.
Philip considers himself open-minded, but he still get a surprise from seeing her. He cannot say a word but keeps moving his eyes over her body. How did the manager enlist this girl in this hospital? Undoubtedly she must be the little mistress of some big shot. She must be a slut. Old Mr. Wales guesses wrathfully. Such a young sexy thing, but she likely has lost her virginity to an old weak-and-wrinkled fart!
