Summary
“I’m going to end up dying in your bed sooner or later.”
“Get on the bed. Pants off.” The doctor cutie across from me spoke with a blank expression, his voice icy as he pulled on a pair of gloves.
I let out a soft “oh” and obediently shimmied my pants down to my knees.
He frowned at me and added, “Take one leg out completely.”
I silently kicked my pants down to the floor.
As he picked up a pair of forceps, he asked, “How many boyfriends have you had?”
I answered honestly, “Three.”
He glanced at me again and suddenly added, for no apparent reason, “Did you live together?”
I shook my head. “Never.” Clack. The doctor cutie tossed the forceps back into the tray.
“Put your pants back on.” Me: ???
I already have my pants off, and this is what you give me?
Are you playing with me?