Jul 06, 2008 00:43
She didn’t turn around, even when she heard the door shut and the lock click. She’d made it easy lately, too easy- it was his turn. She made sure the room was empty, though. She flipped through the chart, not reading, just waiting for him.
He came up behind her, pressing himself into her back as she was pressed into the counter. “I need to be examined, Dr Rodgers.’ His gravelly voice rumbled across her nerves like a seven point six on the Richter scale.
She smiled and leaned back into him. “Perfect. I need some special therapy, Dr Skoda.”
liz rodgers,
author: mabsymango,
emil skoda,
mothership