As I drifted off to sleep I remember my last thought being how annoyed I was with having to spend the night in the local hospital and wondering if I would get out at a reasonable hour to check on the progress of the crew building my new home. What I did not know was that my plans would be changing drastically and in hindsight, for the better.
I was in hospital for overnight observation because of something that happened on the baseball diamond. I joined a men's league when I moved into the suburbs and enjoyed playing ball a few times a week but then something happened which began this story.
I had just hit a nice line drive between first and second base and began sprinting for first base when I felt a sharp pain in one of my legs that required me to limp the rest of the way, negating the possibility of a double. I got a pinch runner to take my spot and hobbled into the dugout. My calf felt like someone had taken a red hot needle and driven it deep into the muscle. When the game was ended, I went to a walk-in clinic and the doctor on duty quickly diagnosed that I might have a blood clot and sent me off to the hospital. Once there, the doctor did a few more tests and then decided to admit me, put me on a blood thinner and keep me for overnight observation. I was not amused.
Sometime around two in the morning I was woke up by a hand lifting my wrist and when I opened my eyes I was shocked. A young blonde nurse who I estimated to be no more than 20 years old was taking my pulse and the first thing I said was, "Am I dead?"
Shawna had recently graduated from nursing college, was taken aback when I stirred and blurted out that question but she did laugh a little and said, "No sir, you're very much alive."
"Oh, I figured I must be dead and in heaven although that's the last place I expect to go. You're beautiful, chere. But I'm sure you've heard that at least 100 times already today."
She released my wrist and smiled back as she replied, "Thank you and no, I rarely get compliments."
In truth, she deserved it and much more because her hair was the colour of spun gold and it was down to her shoulders. She was 5'6" about 110 lbs with small tits and a tight little ass. She could easily have played the part of Helen of Troy in any of the movies.
I sensed something about her and decided to see if I was right, some people call it Dom intuition.
"Shawna chere, the quality of your skin and hair looks amazing and I would love it if you would allow me just to pet you for a few moments."
Once again her look said she was shocked but I didn't wait for her to give me permission and raised my hand to softly stroke her head and cheek. Either it was me being so forward or her surprise that kept her standing in place and I continued my ministrations. I moved my hand down to her neck, to the back of her neck and kept petting her as though she were a small feline. I listened carefully to her breathing and when her eyes closed I knew my intuition was correct.
"Move a little closer, chere," I said in a voice as soft and low as a purr and she readily complied.
