... are smiling
A vivacious, Russian "candy striper" caught his attention when she offered him a foot rub. From the base of his bed she lubricated her hands, leaned forward and caressed his flat feet - stroking him from the tips of his toes, downward to his calloused balls, around his ankles, and up to the his crusty nails.
"Disgusting" I muttered
"Get me my teeth lady" ordered Dad
"Are you talking to me?" I asked
"Yes" he answered.
"This little piggy went to the market..." she sang
"Oh Boy!" said Dad
"This little piggy stayed home..."
"HOME" repeated dad
"This little piggy ate roast beef..."
"Get me some!" yelled dad
"And this little piggy had none"....
I darted out of the room before the piggy Wee Wee'd all the way.
This is wrong on so many levels. Regardless, this buxom blond has gotten a rise out of him. He's not only smiling, he's wiggling his toes and barking out orders.
Later, after his candy striper moved on to her next patient, I returned to my fathers side and asked him if he knew my name.
"Only your stage name" he replied.