A/N: Thanks for everyone that reviewed! Even though two of the reviewers
were my friends and the other one reviewed three times... that is ok! At
least people are reading! Ok well this is a break from Tom, and it is kind
of from Scarlett's point of view, hope you like!
Dr. Philbaum's Office
Scarlett stuffed her large behind into an uncomfortable plastic chair. She was at Dr. Philbaum's office waiting her turn in the small, stuffy waiting room. As she tapped her foot on the magenta Berber carpet, she thought,
Could this doctor be any more damn inefficient?! And just look at that slutty receptionist, I'll bet she can't even type a whit! I'll bet she sleeps with the damn-
"Mrs. Havelock, the doctor will see you now, hun." Said the secretary.
The secretary in question had never slept with Dr. Philbaum. In fact, she was quite an accomplished typist and she had graduated 3rd in her class at Apple Hill Area High School. (Or as most as the students had called it, "AHA!") She detested her looks, and she wore baggy clothes to conceal her figure.
Scarlett heaved through the door of the examination room, exerting all of her strength to hop up onto the table. The table uttered a small creak of protest and settled down to bear the overpowering weight of the 300- something pound woman. Dr. Philbaum walked in then, with the air of someone heading to the gallows.
"Alright, Mrs. Havelock, what seems to be the problem?" Asked the doctor warily.
"Doctor, I have perfectly awful pains in my tummy. Could you please help me?" she fluttered her eyelashes, as if flirting could make him heal her faster. Her flirting triggered one thing in him: his gag reflex.
He coughed badly and said "Mrs. Havelock, your "awful" pains could be due to an excess of any number of foods-"
"No, No! I do not want to hear it, my beans are perfectly fine!" She grunted. "I mean, I eat them all the time, and I am healthy as an ox!" With that statement, she emitted a loud fart, and a blush bloomed among her many chins.
Dr. Philbaum then had to stifle two things: a choke and a laugh. He succeeded in not choking, but a womanish giggle squeezed through his lips.
"Doctor Philbaum! I do NOT appreciate your perfectly rude attitude towards my obvious suffering! You can forget anyone in my family ever coming here again!" Scarlett said shrilly. In that moment, she reminded the doctor completely of a piglet voicing its protests to its mother.
Scarlett stormed out of the room, and he heard her thunderous steps recede until she got onto the elevator.
David Philbaum let out a huge sigh of relief, and then he started chuckling. His chuckling transformed into full-fledged belly laughter, and he laughed long and hard.
~~~~~~
Scarlett heaved herself into her car and it puttered off down the street, heading for home. If she were told that she would be dead and buried within 8 hours, she would have laughed out loud.
Dr. Philbaum's Office
Scarlett stuffed her large behind into an uncomfortable plastic chair. She was at Dr. Philbaum's office waiting her turn in the small, stuffy waiting room. As she tapped her foot on the magenta Berber carpet, she thought,
Could this doctor be any more damn inefficient?! And just look at that slutty receptionist, I'll bet she can't even type a whit! I'll bet she sleeps with the damn-
"Mrs. Havelock, the doctor will see you now, hun." Said the secretary.
The secretary in question had never slept with Dr. Philbaum. In fact, she was quite an accomplished typist and she had graduated 3rd in her class at Apple Hill Area High School. (Or as most as the students had called it, "AHA!") She detested her looks, and she wore baggy clothes to conceal her figure.
Scarlett heaved through the door of the examination room, exerting all of her strength to hop up onto the table. The table uttered a small creak of protest and settled down to bear the overpowering weight of the 300- something pound woman. Dr. Philbaum walked in then, with the air of someone heading to the gallows.
"Alright, Mrs. Havelock, what seems to be the problem?" Asked the doctor warily.
"Doctor, I have perfectly awful pains in my tummy. Could you please help me?" she fluttered her eyelashes, as if flirting could make him heal her faster. Her flirting triggered one thing in him: his gag reflex.
He coughed badly and said "Mrs. Havelock, your "awful" pains could be due to an excess of any number of foods-"
"No, No! I do not want to hear it, my beans are perfectly fine!" She grunted. "I mean, I eat them all the time, and I am healthy as an ox!" With that statement, she emitted a loud fart, and a blush bloomed among her many chins.
Dr. Philbaum then had to stifle two things: a choke and a laugh. He succeeded in not choking, but a womanish giggle squeezed through his lips.
"Doctor Philbaum! I do NOT appreciate your perfectly rude attitude towards my obvious suffering! You can forget anyone in my family ever coming here again!" Scarlett said shrilly. In that moment, she reminded the doctor completely of a piglet voicing its protests to its mother.
Scarlett stormed out of the room, and he heard her thunderous steps recede until she got onto the elevator.
David Philbaum let out a huge sigh of relief, and then he started chuckling. His chuckling transformed into full-fledged belly laughter, and he laughed long and hard.
~~~~~~
Scarlett heaved herself into her car and it puttered off down the street, heading for home. If she were told that she would be dead and buried within 8 hours, she would have laughed out loud.
