It turned out that the nurse was Matron and she asked me to remove all my jewelry which would be kept safe for me until I was released. Xxnx Matron, in her “jolly hockey sticks” voice told to, “Just sit yourself on the edge of the table for me” and I sat on the examination table while she put her fingers inside my mouth and had a good poke around before sticking a thermometer under my tongue. He knew exactly which spots to touch and how much pressure and friction to apply and he had me throwing my head back and wailing like a wolf at midnight. He was relying on the fact that our adventure on the sofa had worked me up to a point where it would have been quite difficult for me to apply the brakes.
