I just need to see your ID and proof of insurance.”Barbara turned and to reach into the glove box under the dash.“Oh ma’am. You might want to co...er up a bit first.” The officer suggested.Barbara looked at her exposed pubic region.“Oh, oh yes of course I’m so sorry.” Barbara apologized. Her face now intensely flushed from both intense arousal and intense embarrassment.She quickly pulled her pants back up and adjusted her sweatshirt. She then got the insurance documentation from the glove box and. It was my moment. It was his moment. Male to female, the consummation of our beings. Pull, enter. Pull, enter more. Pull, come into me my love. Push, I’m yours. Pull, feel my love holding you, Jim. Push, take more of me, I want you all. That’s it, you are mine. You have all of me, you are deep, so deep, all that way, all of you, of me surrounding you. Your head is there, it’s all the way there. I can feel it pressing the end of my vagina, where the cervix rests. It’s dipping down, waiting for. I am no angel myself, you get like that in a job like this, washing and handling bodies all day, even the dead are not immune, playing with a dead mans cock for fun, being not one of my brighter moments in life.I really mean no disrespect to the dead, but we see so many bodies being wheeled out to the mortuary, a moments indiscretion can lighten the gloomiest of days.On that particular day, Stan had caught me with my hand under the sheet of the man in question, a curiosity in the quest for. .”, and St. Peter interrupts “Well, yes, again, not the answer I was expecting, but correct in its own way.” “Final question Forrest. What is the first name of God?” Forrest immediately speaks up, “Why that is easy St Peter, it is Andy!” St Peter replies “Why do you think it is Andy, Forrest?” “From the hymn St. Peter, ‘Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me” said Forrest in a sing-song voice. St. Peter stares at him for a minute, then opens the gate “Run, Forrest, Run”For nurses -What is the.