FUCK ME, DOCTOR

Tricia laid her forehead against the roof of her car and squeezed her cell phone until the plastic crinkled in her hand. She imagined it was her sister she was squeezing.

Lucy’s voice came through the phone. “Sis, are you still there?”

“Yes,” Tricia groaned.

“Why? You could already be on your way over here with that dress.”

Tricia shook her head. “I told you that I’m running late as it is.”

“Oh, you want to see your sweet, rich doctor?”

“I babysit his kids.”

“In the middle of the day?” Lucy teased.

“That’s likely.”

“I don’t run around screwing married men like …”

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