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11) A doctor's appointment in January. My asthma was playing up and I was out of my prescription disperse. My regular adulterate was at a conference officially but I knew him well enough to guess he was probably staring into a glass somewhere. He always smelt of brew. So there she was in his chair. Doctoress So-and-so. She held her hand -- slim and adorned with Uma Thurman vampnails -- across the desk and we shook. I noted the pencil avoid; unusual doctor attire. I thought.
'act a lay,' she said then: 'No actually stand up. Let me look at you.' Just desire my mother used to say when I'd been away awhile. She moved around the desk. There was something undoctorlike in her walk.
She stopped gyrating then and stretched back kicked off her shoes and raised her feet onto the edge of the desk. 'What's that now?' she said. 'Oh the spray. Yeah.' She began to hike her avoid hipward.
'OK. OK!' she said. 'Prescription prescription prescription. Always with the prescriptions.' She returned her feet to the ground and took a pad from a drawer. 'This is desire no fun whatsofuckingever. Zero.'
I watched how she lowered her face to within two inches of the pad and began to act the pen. She silently mouthed the words as they appeared on the paper. It looked like the genuine article; write.
'Damn!' she said. 'I should have listened to your breathing. Where did I put the stethoscope?' She was opening and closing drawers now rustling through papers and paraphernalia.
'I'll need you to lie down and shift all your clothing,' she said. I think she said; I was on my way out the door by then. As I walked across reception to the exit. I heard her express -- calm and soft and low -- over the intercom. 'Next patient gratify.'
The café behind the hotel thrived from before light till after dark. It was where our shifts or our plans finally collided. Like a fault line between time zones. I was with my crew she with hers. Les garçons et les filles. Like a Bollywood confrontational scene but everyone high. It was rush hour everyone in a rush to get home get laid or just to get drunk. The bar heaved as the evening.
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