Annaleigh: When the hell do you have time to google shit like glitter
silicone dildo molds?
Addison: I might have gotten some good dick the other week that made me wish I had a replica.
Oliva: Omg, It’s times like this, I’m glad I get the same dick every night.
Annaleigh: Me too.
Addison: Y’all are missing out. This guy had a curve that hit me in
exactly the right spot. I mean, my toes were throwing up gang signs.
Me: I was so desperate for Mark after B’s I asked him to pull over and jumped him in his Tahoe. We did it in the back, and I’m sure he had to deep clean the seats afterward.
Olivia: GIF of breakdancing
Addison: GIF of girl fanning herself
Me: GIF of a sly smile
Annaleigh: He seems so good for you. I hate this.
Me: Me too. Drama sucks. Lunch soon?
Olivia: Definitely.
Addison: Talk later. Love to all.
“Hey lady, brought you some Tuesday motivation,” Melissa said, walking into my office with the coffeepot and a bagel. I smiled and lifted my mug as she refilled it for me.
“Thank you. How’s everyone recovering?”
“Oh, are you interested in the other patients, or just the little blue-eyed beauty back there?”
“Why do you have to call me out like that, Melissa? How is she?” I said around a mouthful of bagel.
“Fully awake with good movement. She hasn’t eaten or gone to the bathroom, but she’s been drinking water and has already removed her cone once.”
“Ugh, thank you.”
“Anytime.”
Melissa gave my coffee cup one last top off, then headed out, letting me focus on my computer. Nothing stood out except a client bringing in her pair of sugar gliders named Ginger and Juniper for nail trims.
Ugh, this client.
Some patients stood out because you looked forward to seeing them. Others stood out because they were ‘trouble’ with a capital T.
I mentally prepared myself for the craziness that followed in the wake of this client and stood up, slipping on my shoes and running my fingers through my hair. I peeked in on Phoebe, and she hissed as soon as she saw me. I took a picture anyway and sent it to Mark before picking up the folder outside the first exam room and opening the door, preparing myself for the onslaught of appointments for the rest of the afternoon.
“Everything looks good, Molly,” I said, looking over Ginny’s chart with a smile. “She’s—” I stopped what I was saying and listened.
It sounded like there was a commotion in the lobby. That was bound to happen with all manner of animals that came into the office, but this was louder than usual.
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “Ginny’s healthy, and her teeth look fantastic. Keep using the dental treats and brushing them regularly.”
I stopped again and looked at the exam room door that connected to the lobby. Something was definitely going on out there. It sounded like the receptionist was squealing, or someone was squealing, and there were footsteps. Loud footsteps. Like people were scrambling back and forth.
