Daddy Dominant's Good Girl
I said, allowing myself to laugh.
“That’s a nice sound.”
We both turned to see a nurse standing by the door. Around my age and fit, her blonde hair was tied back in a severe pony-tale that only showed her graceful neck more.
“Hello,” Jenny said, taking the lead, “and who might you be?”
“Nurse Anderson,” she said, her arms still crossed in front of her ample chest.
“Of course, I’m sorry, Jenny is just really protective,” I explained.
“That’s no bad thing, darlin’,” nurse Anderson said with a wink, “you can stay if you like, but I need to go over Mrs. Peterson’s routine.”