I call for assistance and a beautiful, innocent, devoted caregiver arrives. Determined not to waste the opportunity, I use the confusion of being cared for to grope her breasts and ass, smell her hair, hug her, and even force a kiss—blatant sexual harassment. If she truly hates it, I will only make her despise me. But if it turns her on, abandoning my desire to seem like a decent man could become the shortest route to easy sex. Being shameless is fine if I get lucky enough to fuck her.