Except for elaborate fantasies in which I seduced the school nurse during my yearly physical, I missed out on the whole “playing doctor” thing. And despite some very good bedside manner since, I’ve never chased after members of the medical establishment. I’ve wanted to hump in the broom closet with hot hospital staffers, but even that pales in comparison to what goes on at Hot House.
They’ve got the prescription for pain, er, passion. Then again if I had Marcus Iron on the operating table, I’d get a little creative too. Perhaps they’re attempting to undo his bad dye job. Scalpel!
Marcus Iron in Dr.’s Orders Part 1: Manipulation