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I volunteered to write a story to be included in a collection of “joke” stories by other medical bloggers. Our instructions were simple, but included the fact that it had to relate an encounter of some kind (not necessarily between people) and, “Make it cheesy, cheesy, cheesy! We want drama! More drama than that!” So here is my slice of the “Literary Cheese Wheel,” or in my case, “Literally Cheesy Wheal” when you swell with disgust at what follows.

Apologies to all who read this, but especially to Dr. Charles, a far better writer (conspicuously missing on this wheel of fromage) whose first name I shamelessly used to further the cheesiness of my story. Perdóname, por favor!

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It was a dark and stormy night, and his journey was a long one. Undaunted by unforgiving elements, Aiden pressed further on the winds of the storm, freed from his previous captor in a violent escape, almost killing him. How he longed for the supple flesh of a woman–perchance on a night like this, even one to give him shelter. No sooner than thinking this, he saw her: a visage so beautiful he could hardly believe his luck. In this case, luck was a lady tonight–a lady named Farah.

He approached gently, even stealthily, so as not to frighten her with the primal plans he had in store. A primitive creature, Aiden had one thing and one thing only on his mind…the absolute ravishing of Farah’s rosy, pink flesh. Like so many women, she acted as though he never existed, yet another in a long line of refusals and rejections.

But Aiden always got his way.

In a sudden, but sure-fire manner, he mounted on top of her. He deftly exposed his massive spike and threw off everything he had on, totally exposing himself to her as he positioned himself for his moment of truth. Before she knew what was happening, he had entered her.

Farah’s response was an avalanche of physiologic dominoes. Overcome by these wild, exotic events, her soft flesh engorged with increased blood flow: arterioles dilating, pink turning to red. Her defenses made a meek attempt to ward off this strange violator, but Aiden was too much. Her temperature raised a couple of degrees, but it was a pittance to how on fire he was. He took full control, working almost every cell he could manage to touch to do his bidding. Farah was powerless to resist.

He persisted for a good while, but the time for him to leave finally came. Instead of going quietly out the back door, the conquistador chose instead a more dramatic exit, bolting out with a flourish, not even looking back to the spent victim he left behind. Oh, she’d know he’d been there all right: the fatigue, the soreness, the still elevated temperature…

No one knows where Aiden O. Virus went from there, but he left Farah N. Gitis behind.