Good Touch, Bad Touch

Typically I'm not a fan of people touching me. This changed when I went for a doctor's visit on Friday. When I was called to one of the patient rooms, I discovered that I would be joined by three male Penn med students. I don't think I've seen a male under the age of 35 in a month. Of course I was pretty tight lipped in the event I uttered my love for one of them. I almost died when the doctor encouraged each student to feel how tender my skin felt around the battle wounds. Was I in someone's doctor-patient fantasy? Brief as it was, it got me aroused enough to listen to the following on repeat.