"Dr Livingstone, I presume?" I joked as we held on for dear life to the roll bar as we sped through the pitch black desolation. With her teeth, Jeannie took her
right glove off, never letting go with her left hand. "Take this and hand me that Pelican case," she said around the glove. I jammed the glove in my pocket and passed the yellow box to her. On a whim, I unhooked my flashlight and illuminated the bouncing mass of glistening cables in front of her. "Don't you want to do this on a gyroscopically levelled table?" I asked over her shoulder. "Yeah, want to reach into your butt and pull one out?" she said distractedly, gently sliding a tool into the spaghetti. "OK," she said,
loudly enough for all the passengers to hear. "This should work," she called out. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth only moments before the ride suddenly
smoothed and we were bathed in a soothing warm light.

"There," Jeannie beamed. "That's better."

Gorgeous and busty,
leather micro miniskirt,
bedside manner that could get me into delightful amounts of trouble (if I'm lucky).

This delicious doctor makes the naughty nurse craze seem almost passé.

Jeannie is: tireless, faithful, silly, fun, bright, engaging, endearing, encompassing, alluring, assisting, alarming, unflagging, amusing, laughing, exciting, and necessary.

Jeannie is a great orator; in one word provocative. Whether in private or in front of an eager crowd of onlookers, she consistently out performs her peers. Jeannie is no stranger to challenge though; when faced with a brutal confrontation, as many great orators are, one of her greatest strengths is not just her capability to endure and perform her function but rather her uncanny ability to find pleasure in such positions. She succeeds with both hands tied behind her back where most would fail, effortlessly driving any oral engagement to a climax. Ever a crowd pleaser!