Spirit
Last year's Halloween party at the hospital.
Normally, Halloween involves me stalking around in a black cape with some fangs and spiking the punch and stealing candy from pediatrics, that sort of thing. I'm the phantom of Princeton-Plainsboro. Fits, at least I think so.
But I went a little further last year. To say the least. I went as Norrington from Pirates of the Carribean. Yeah, that guy. Thin leather breeches and all, even the hat. Though it didn't have a feather. I wanted a feather, dammit.
So I was busy spiking the punch, right? And in walks my wife, in, I shit you not, the smallest skirt I think I've ever seen her wear. She had a cheerleader outfit on. Hugged in all the right places and showed off her legs like I couldn't believe. So, once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I started to create my little evil plan.
Which involved a disappearing act, a sneaky phone call, and a very good round of sex in the supply closet on the third floor. Right there, one hand braced against the shelf with the latex gloves and sutures, the other on her hip, my back up against the wall...
I never was a fan of cheerleaders, but getting to just hike up that skirt...
I was definitely feelin' spirited that night.
And no, I'm not finishing the story. I so don't kiss and tell.
Dr. Greg House
House
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Normally, Halloween involves me stalking around in a black cape with some fangs and spiking the punch and stealing candy from pediatrics, that sort of thing. I'm the phantom of Princeton-Plainsboro. Fits, at least I think so.
But I went a little further last year. To say the least. I went as Norrington from Pirates of the Carribean. Yeah, that guy. Thin leather breeches and all, even the hat. Though it didn't have a feather. I wanted a feather, dammit.
So I was busy spiking the punch, right? And in walks my wife, in, I shit you not, the smallest skirt I think I've ever seen her wear. She had a cheerleader outfit on. Hugged in all the right places and showed off her legs like I couldn't believe. So, once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I started to create my little evil plan.
Which involved a disappearing act, a sneaky phone call, and a very good round of sex in the supply closet on the third floor. Right there, one hand braced against the shelf with the latex gloves and sutures, the other on her hip, my back up against the wall...
I never was a fan of cheerleaders, but getting to just hike up that skirt...
I was definitely feelin' spirited that night.
And no, I'm not finishing the story. I so don't kiss and tell.
Dr. Greg House
House
Words: 231