He extended his had at the introduction then pulled it back to point to his forehead. I gave him a sarcastic Whatever and turned my attention back to Bette.

Ya know Bette, you have some nerve coming here and telling me what to do. For Christs sake woman you cant even get your own life straightened out, so why try to straighten out mine. You are a controlling, domineering hypocrite . . .. treating Tina like *****, ***** that carpenter behind her back, getting all wicked at work – probably gonna lose your job since you lost that grant.

Not saying a word, Bette just looked at me as if I were a moron. I wanted to continue my little tirade but the bus pulled up in front of the county hospital and I got up to exit out the back door.

I turned back as I pushed the door as looked at Bette, Coming?

Because I looked as if I had just run into a steel light pole, blood gushing from my head, the rest of me a disheveled mess, I was greeted immediately by a resident intern as I staggered through the ER doors. She grabbed my arm and led me to one of a dozen examining rooms.

As I sat on the edge of the bed she guided me to, I took a moment to get a better look at the stunningly attractive young thing about to stick a thermometer down my throat. D.r Gabrielle Goodwin the name badge read. (MOTHER ***** ME – I THINK I HAVE DIED AGAIN AND DEFINITELY LANDED IN ***** HEAVEN. DR. GABS IS ONE HOT PIECE OF PEPPORONI NO DOUBT) Whats your name? she asked in an angelic tone.

We exchanged pleasantries as she washed, sterilized, numbed and stitched my forehead. Every time those long, strong fingers of hers touched my head, my cheek, my face, my arm, whatever I involuntarily shivered making it extremely difficult to hide my attraction.

In less than 30 minutes I knew Dr. Gabs was single, a recreational soccer player (***** YEA – I COULD TELL SHE WAS ATHLETIC – THOSE FINE TONED WELL DEVELOPED CALVES EXPOSED UNDER THAT WHITE LAB COAT COVERING HER KHAKI SHORTS- MOTHER ***** ME YEA) , drove a MBW, rented a condo on the beach, had a Dachshund named Otis, was from Wisconsin, watched the L Word and was a Shane lover and Jenny hater. And oh yea, I knew she wanted me, and I wasnt going to disappoint her.

When she finished repairing my forehead, she turned to the counter behind the bed to write a few notes on a med chart. And I knew that was my invitation. I quietly slid off the bed and tiptoed towards her. Not wanting her to see me yet, I stopped several feet behind her and silently raised my hands up as if they were grabbing her hips.

(OH YEA, BABY CAKES, I KNOW YOU LIKE IT FROM BEHIND, DONTCHA?? WELL, LET ME GIVE IT TO YA JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE IT . . . ***** YEA, BABY, WHOSE YOUR DADDY, GABS, WHOSE YOUR DADDY).

Without the good doc knowing I was there, I moved my hips up and back and Bette fucked her like she had never been Bette fucked before. And just as I was about to slap her *****, well, at least I was about to do it in my head, I heard a voice from beyond the curtain of the examining room . . . Beach, what the ***** are you doing?

And there was K looking at me with my hands raised, grabbing imaginary hips, pumping away at an unsuspecting intern who turned as K spoke and repeated that fateful phrase.

Yea, Beach, what the ***** ARE you doing?

TBC . . . .