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   It had been a few weeks since I had managed to play with any of my
patients, and I was really trying to have more self control.  I was making
nightly rounds and doing my best hospital step -- walking with as little
noise as possible.  Some nurses were happy to just plow into a patients
room, click on the lights, announce that it was time to do blood pressure
or take a blood sample, but I liked to let them sleep -- not just because I
wanted to play with them but because they truly needed their rest.

   It was around midnight and I was on my way into a young girls room.  She
was 11 years old and had been dropped in a cheer leading stunt and suffered
a fairly serious head trauma.  She was under some pretty heavy duty pain
medication so I was tasked with checking her vitals every hour. 
Unfortunately her father, a single parent, was staying with her in a cot we
set up in her room so I knew I wouldn't be getting to play with this one.

   I padded silently into the room and stopped dead in my tracks.  The
girls father stood next to the bed, his back to the door, obviously jacking
off with his left hand while he rubbed his little girls pussy with his
right hand, avoiding the thing catheter that emerged directly below.  She
slept soundly through the attention that she was receiving and I could see
that the man was approaching his climax.

   I decided to wait for him to finish, so I stood quietly watching this
deliciously naughty site before me.  Suddenly he let go of her little pussy
and started shaking, quietly cumming into his hand.

   The man turned around trying to hold up the front of his pants with his
left hand, his dripping cock hanging freely while he cupped a handful of
cum.  He made eye contact with me and stopped, suddenly realizing what he
had been caught doing.  "Oh, my God..." he whispered under his breath.

   "No problem.  I completely understand.  I would have done the same
thing.", I replied trying to reassure him.  "I don't judge."

   He ran into the bathroom washing up while I did my vitals check, then
emerged a few minutes later with a sheepish, scared look on his face.  I
removed the medication injection system from the IV so she could come out
of her deep sleep by morning.

   "Listen, man...  my wife has been gone for 4 years and I don't have time
to date.  I have never...", he began.  I stopped him and said, "Man, it's
okay.  No harm done.  Your secret is safe with me."

   I came in a few hours later and the young girl was awake and watching
TV. Her dad looking guilty and nervous.  The girl smiled and turned down
the TV as I came in.  "Feeling better?" I asked, knowing the obvious
answer.

   "A LOT better.  Thank you.  My dad said I was sleeping for two days!'

   "Yes, ma'am.  And you talk in your sleep!  What's this about Justin
Bieber?", I teased.

   "Shut up!  I hate him!", she laughed back.

   I checked her vitals and began to lay her bed back.  "I am just going to
remove your catheter and get you mobile so you can get up and use the
bathroom when you are ready", I explained.  She looked nervous but laid
back and held her daddy's hand while I deflated the catheter balloon and
slid out the slick tube.  "Does that feel better?", I asked.  "Yes, but it
kind of itches.", she answered.

   I thought for a moment and said, "I know.  I will get you some medicine
for that." I reached into the drawer and grabbed a new tube of lubricant
that we use for prostate exams, catheter tubes, etc.  and said, "This is a
cream that feels really slippery but rubbing it on will help with the
itching." Her father looked up at me with some disbelief in his eyes.  "I
usually let a family member apply the medicine if that's okay -- that way
they know how to do it when you get home.", I lied.  "Okay..." she said
reluctantly.

   "Mr.  Bentley, if you could come around to this side I will show you how
to do this", I explained.  I squirted a little dab onto my finger tips and
rubbed it around a little, stalling so it would warm up a bit.  "This is
going to be a little cold and slimy, but when you get it home you can keep
the gel warmer."

   I lifted her little hospital gown and spread her legs a bit, then spread
her small labia apart and began to apply the cool gel.  She shivered a bit
at the touch and looked into my eyes not knowing what to expect.  I
purposely did it clumsily so that her father could be more gentle and
"healing."

   I said, "Do you think you can handle this, Mr.  Bentley?" He nodded and
reached down to begin the application.  I said, "Sometimes you have to rub
it around the clitoris right here -- and the more you rub, the better it
feels.  Pretty soon it won't itch at all." He smiled at me and said, "You
okay with this, baby?" She looked up at him and said, "Yes, Daddy.  It
already feels better."

   I looked at the little girl and said, "My patients usually like this. 
It feels so good when the itching stops.  Sometimes they have their mom or
dad do this 2 or 3 times a day until they are fully healed.  And it's okay
if it feels really good -- it's suppose to."

   Her father continued his rubbing and his little girl lay back flushed;
her mouth slightly hanging open and her eyes nearly closed.

   "That a girl", I said trying to encourage her.  "It feels so good!", she
said almost in a whisper.  Her father had a clearly defined west spot in
the tent of his pants where he was obviously leaking precum.

   The site before me was amazing.

   I said, "Okay, guys.  I'm going to finish my rounds now but do this as
much as you need.  You can close the door for privacy.  And as long as it
feels good and as long as you are okay with your daddy doing this for you,
just ask him at any time and he already told me he would help you."

   I winked at the father as I exited the room, seeing that this little
girl would be well taken care of.  I wondered how long before this lube
allowed him to get a finger inside her.
   Perhaps we could arrange a "house call" some day.