Home Nursing
My throat burned from my mouth to my voice box. I lay there exhausted in the second week of my infection, sleeping as much as the discomfort allowed while keeping up with my classes and work. The doctor had tried three different tests and treatments so far and none had panned out. My fiancée had cooked the two of us dinner and somehow kept from laughing as I croaked back in Korean to her as we chatted; I had then washed up and gone to bed, even though it was only six, in the hope that...
Straight Sex