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remember a thing.”
    “Are you going to tell Kat’s mother?” That would certainly create hell.
    “Not if I don’t have to. But I’m going to need your help.”
    My tiger shot me a mischievous smile as she pulled into a parking spot. Somehow, I knew her creative juices were flowing.
    *
    Dr. Klein’s office was packed, but he was able to squeeze me in with only a short wait. Jen accompanied me to the examining room and made me take a seat on the examining table. She sat down in a close by armchair.
    “Do you want to play nursie?” I asked, my sense of humor trickling back. Perhaps to mask my stress.
    “You wish.”
    Oh did I. The thought of her in a tight little nurse’s uniform giving me a physical—touching me everywhere that needed touching—sent a tiny jolt to my cock. At least, my manhood was intact. Or so I thought. Maybe next Halloween I’d buy her a costume and I could live out my fantasy.
    My fantasy came to an abrupt halt when Dr. Klein strode into the small sterile room. A kindly looking man in his mid fifties, he was holding a clipboard and wore a stethoscope around his neck.
    “Well, hello, Blake. What brings you here today?” He gave me the once-over. “You look a little under the weather. A touch of the flu?”
    Jen chimed in. “No, Doctor. He just needs to give you a urine sample, and we need the results back today if possible.”
    Dr. Klein lifted a brow. “And you may be?”
    “Jennifer McCoy. Blake’s fiancée. Nice to meet you.”
    “Nice to meet you too, Jennifer. My wife and I got your lovely wedding invitation. We’ll be there.”
    Jennifer smiled. “Wonderful.”
    Dr. Klein winked at her. “So did our boy have a little too much sex and get a urinary tract infection?”
    “Not exactly, Doctor,” I replied. “But I need to have my pee tested for anything unusual.”
    Doctor Klein’s eyes narrowed, creating a deep crease between them. “Blake, are you doing drugs? Cocaine? Ecstasy?”
    “No, sir. But I think I may have been drugged.”
    “That’s very serious, Blake. Can you tell me more?”
    I remembered Jen’s instructions and shook my head. “I don’t remember a thing.”
    With resignation, he took my blood pressure and then listened to my heart. His brows furrowed. “Your heartbeat is erratic and your blood pressure is abnormally low.”
    Fuck. Maybe I was going to die.
    He put the stethoscope to my back and asked me to take a few deep breaths.
    “And your breathing is somewhat labored. How do you feel?”
    “To be honest, I feel like crap. Sluggish, nauseous, and dizzy.”
    “Anything else?”
    Again, Jen chimed in. “He’s having difficulty with his motor skills.”
    The doctor listened intently. “Like what?”
    “Like unbuttoning his jeans.”
    The doctor shot her a wry look. “I would imagine Mr. Burns is usually very good at that.”
    Jennifer’s face flushed while I let out a small laugh.
    “Very well.” He ambled over to the sink counter and retrieved a lidded plastic cup sealed in a sanitary wrapper. He handed it to me. “The bathroom is down the hall. I’d like you to fill up the cup at least halfway.”
    I’d been through this routine for my annual physicals. I had to hold my big cock and aim. The rim of my dick was bigger than that of the cup. This time, I didn’t want to do it alone.
    “Um, uh, Doctor. Jennifer’s right. I’m having a lot of trouble buttoning and unbuttoning my jeans. Can she come with me?”
    “I don’t see why not. But both of you be sure to wash your hands first. When you’re done, just print your name on the label with the marker that’s on the shelf, and leave it there. We’ll try to get the results back to you in a few hours. There’s a urologist I know who owes me a favor.”
    I jumped off the examining table. “It’s pee time.”
    Jen looked at me sheepishly. “Do I really have to come?”
    “Yes. You have to come.” I gestured toward the door, my very naughty mind already back in business.
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