Nerdy Nurse: The guy before this had gangrene. Should we try that?
Me: You’re twisted.
Nerdy Nurse: I really need to go now.
Me: You know where to find me. At the top of your matches.
Nerdy Nurse: And to think you started at the bottom. If I hadn’t changed my preference from biographies to historical reads, you might’ve stayed there.
Me: Is that where you like it? The bottom?
A quiet groan passes my lips as I imagine her sprawled out under me. I wonder what she looks like, tastes like, what her voice sounds like as it moans my name. The scent of her sweat as it drips down her chest, the feel of her skin damp from her arousal.
Flicking on the car, the clock blazes the time and I know I’m already a few minutes behind. I need to get out of the garage, but her chat bubble bounces again and my mind imagines her tits, round and firm, bouncing in front of my face.
Good God. Get a grip.
Nerdy Nurse: Taking notes?
Me: Every good student takes notes.
Nerdy Nurse: And here I thought you told me you were a teacher.
Me: You can’t teach what you don’t know and I never stop learning.
Nerdy Nurse: Such a nerd answer.
Me: Looks like we’re a match then.
Nerdy Nurse: I was hoping for more … alpha.
Me: I hate that modern society thinks nerds can’t be alphas. Who runs the world? Who wields the true power in the universe? Nerds. We just don’t go flexing around about it.
Nerdy Nurse: Sounds like the start of a syndrome …
With my foot on the brake, I shift into reverse but still don’t back out.
Me: Are you talking medical to me? Let’s go back to the dirty part. I liked that better.
Nerdy Nurse: Bye.
Me: Don’t get cold feet on me now. I was just getting going.
Nerdy Nurse: You’re exhausting.
Me: You’re still responding.
Nerdy Nurse: You’re so full of yourself.