I was sure it was just indigestion but the pain in my chest and the sudden eruption of an epic sweat made my colleagues ring an ambulance. The paramedics were there quickly and were sufficiently worried to take me into A&E. Once there I was wheeled into a side room and one of the doctors came to see me. Embarrassingly it turned out to be Jill, a young doctor I saw occasionally at parkrun. She ran with a group of medics th...

They had passed through the corridor to a fully equipped spa area. Tilda saw a small sauna and a swimming pool, fully equipped with a hoist and pulley system to make it accessible. And a small jacuzzi with an additional hoist. After Mark had explained how to use the hoist, he had disappeared to fetch her fresh towels. Knowing how much he would enjoy the show, Tilda had waited for Mark to return with her towels before she...

My hopes of ever playing football professionally were dashed. I took my coaching badges and started managing teams because I was having trouble getting past Saturday afternoon stuff. My teams constantly did well and were competitive, and I had a great deal of success. That is why I was in demand every year. When I began coaching older guys, I noticed that there was a higher frequency of injuries and a greater need for mas...

Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....

When Mark wheeled her back into her room, she wondered for a split second what kind of a kafuffle she had gotten herself into. Patricia had turned the bed into a mixture of a hospital bed and a gynaecological chair. On the bedside table, an array of electrodes, Toys and cables were piled up. And a big tube of ky-jelly was propped up prominently on the tray. “Yikes, I’m getting some mean Frankenstein vibes here.” Tilda whe...

By the time Tilda entered the dining room breakfast was nearly over. A table had already been set out for her with rolls, croissants, fresh coffee, orange juice, butter, jam, and some cheese. She had taken the iPad with her for a little breakfast read. As she spread jam on her croissant she scanned through the index of stories on the screen. The new developments from this morning had piqued her interest in clitoral and an...

Walking inside the ER felt like a surreal experience. Cassandra thought of how many times she had done it over the years and the sheer number of hours she had spent in this place. She was unmarried and had bounced between relationships like hip scotch in the past decade. This job was not conducive to a love life—at least not a normal one. The smell of chemicals, the rush of incoming trauma patients, the times spent with h...

Worn out from the eventful day, Tilda’s sleep was deep and dreamless initially, but it changed when she entered her REM phase. The probes inside her continuously transmitted information to the monitors. Of course, the computer could not give her an erotic dream by plotting a story for her, but once the electrodes in her cap registered that she had entered the REM phase the computer started a special program, activating th...

Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?” “Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.” “So, what next?” “Well, the KY was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It falsifies any tests I’d usually now try. So, any tests for your vaginal region must wait till the jelly is absorbed. But I would like to do a...

Walt and I had almost reached the restaurant when he suddenly gave the steering wheel an exasperated smack. "Damn, I forgot my pager at the office." Glancing over at me, his face was full of apology. "Do you mind if I swing by to get it, Debra?" "Of course not," I replied. We hadn't bothered to make dinner reservations, figuring it wouldn't be difficult to get a table on a Thursday evening, so it wasn't as if we had to be...

Tilda was feeling uncomfortable. She was usually uncomfortable in a doctor's waiting room, but today it was worse. Perhaps it was for the best that her usual gynaecologist was away at a conference. It would have been worse to explain her situation to poor old, slightly deaf, Dr Brands. But right now, she was at a loss. She had wheeled her wheelchair into an empty corner of the waiting room. The nurse at the counter had ta...