|Again, it's not my brother, but just try convincing the nurses of that.|
To paraphrase a song from the 80's, "You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for my brother's sex life."
Regarding the comely nurses who appeared at my condo last night under the guise of preparing food for me, at least one spent the night . . . in my brother's room. I'm hoping it was only one. I'm too prudish even to think about anything in excess of a single overnight guest in his room.
As to whether or not the hospitality service will continue for an additional night, only God and the nurse know for sure.
As long as it keeps me eating well, vive l'amour, or at least vive le sexe.