Cherry pie.

"Not bad Roger! If you weren't a nurse, you might have been an excellent barber."
"Thanks doc. I try."
"I know you do"

She is cradling a clip board, and looking at me... looking me over. At this distance, she radiates a certain warmth, a golden blanket and a soft sweetness, a taste on the tip of my tongue. There is something intimately comfortable about her closeness... but as her eyes meet mine, they shine beams of erotic revelry into empty places and fill every nerve in my body with a charge of static, and friction, and silk. I am blinded, yet she smiles.

thupthupthupthupthupthupand is gone.

Somewhere in a place far far away, someone says "Yikes... better change this out."