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I thought I'd repost some true tales I told years ago before we had a True Stories forum....
first posted 10/09/03
My association with this you guys and this site must be impairing my judgement. Well, that plus a healthy dose of drugs. This happened to me two days ago:
I threw my knee out and had to go to the emergency room to see if they could put it back in. (No luck there, dammmit!) Anyway the doctor had the nurse shoot me up with some pain killer before he manipulated the joint. After playing around with my leg for awhile he left me and my wife with two nurses while he split to torment his next victim. The nurse who stabbed me in the butt with a needle starts to retake my blood pressure.
By now I'm flying high as a kite. I noticed (at least in my current frame of mind) that she was kind of attractive. She reminded me of a lady I work with upon occasion. She was in her late 30's early 40's, slender, dark-haired with a big smile and nice teeth. Anyway…
She put my left hand alongside the top of her hip to keep my arm stiff, so she could better manage the BP gadget.
I might have been high, but I could still feel textures. The nurse's uniform (a blouse and jacket) was soft and silky - it must have been rayon. I started running two finger tips very lightly in a small circle around her side. When her face split into a big grin I switched to lightly spider-tickling her ribs, right through her uniform. She got this big smile on her face, and then began giggling. I tickled her ribs the entire time she took my blood pressure. The whole thing lasted maybe 20 seconds. I'm not really sure how long, because I was really high.
Anyway, she's giggling, the other nurse is looking surprised, and my wife looks over at the one who's laughing and asked her if I was grabbing her ribs. She continued to giggle and nodded her head. All three of them looked at me and I said, "Hey it's her fault, she's the one who put my hand there!" In my state of mind (whacked out of my skull on demoral) this seemed like an excellent defense to me at the time. Now, in the cold light of day (sans drugs), I'm not so sure. In any case, I did enjoy spider-tickling her ribs, seeing her very pretty smile and hearing her cute giggle. Well, there it is. An opportunity seized.
I'll be chatting with you'all. After all, I've got nothing better to do until my knee is fixed.
P.S.
I still don't regret my rash act. It was a great deal of fun. Carpe tickle! Definately the way to go.
first posted 10/09/03
My association with this you guys and this site must be impairing my judgement. Well, that plus a healthy dose of drugs. This happened to me two days ago:
I threw my knee out and had to go to the emergency room to see if they could put it back in. (No luck there, dammmit!) Anyway the doctor had the nurse shoot me up with some pain killer before he manipulated the joint. After playing around with my leg for awhile he left me and my wife with two nurses while he split to torment his next victim. The nurse who stabbed me in the butt with a needle starts to retake my blood pressure.
By now I'm flying high as a kite. I noticed (at least in my current frame of mind) that she was kind of attractive. She reminded me of a lady I work with upon occasion. She was in her late 30's early 40's, slender, dark-haired with a big smile and nice teeth. Anyway…
She put my left hand alongside the top of her hip to keep my arm stiff, so she could better manage the BP gadget.
I might have been high, but I could still feel textures. The nurse's uniform (a blouse and jacket) was soft and silky - it must have been rayon. I started running two finger tips very lightly in a small circle around her side. When her face split into a big grin I switched to lightly spider-tickling her ribs, right through her uniform. She got this big smile on her face, and then began giggling. I tickled her ribs the entire time she took my blood pressure. The whole thing lasted maybe 20 seconds. I'm not really sure how long, because I was really high.
Anyway, she's giggling, the other nurse is looking surprised, and my wife looks over at the one who's laughing and asked her if I was grabbing her ribs. She continued to giggle and nodded her head. All three of them looked at me and I said, "Hey it's her fault, she's the one who put my hand there!" In my state of mind (whacked out of my skull on demoral) this seemed like an excellent defense to me at the time. Now, in the cold light of day (sans drugs), I'm not so sure. In any case, I did enjoy spider-tickling her ribs, seeing her very pretty smile and hearing her cute giggle. Well, there it is. An opportunity seized.
I'll be chatting with you'all. After all, I've got nothing better to do until my knee is fixed.
P.S.
I still don't regret my rash act. It was a great deal of fun. Carpe tickle! Definately the way to go.