DISCLAIMER: **NEWSFLASH** A Bengal tiger has been spotted conversing in
Antarctica with Elvis. The King has claimed international immunity.
Author's Note: I'm sorry it has taken so long to post, I've had a lot of schoolwork and stuff. I'll get on the ball, I promise...REVIEW!
~~Chapter Eight~~
I quickly swallowed six Advil, the sweet-coated pills racing down my gullet to arrest the pain and stress that threatened to destroy what remained of my sanity. Feeling the life-giving pain relievers settle into my stomach and their chemicals release into my bloodstream I relaxed into the hallucinogenic stupor that usually followed such exuberant amounts of Advil. As my eyes glazed over I watched my next client waltz into my office.
And waltz she did. No sooner had my trans-gendered, cross-dressing, canine friend exited my office in a maelstrom of pink gauze than a lovely young girl with luminous chestnut hair caught up in a tight bun atop her head swept into the room. She was simply striking, with skin that seemed to be not like cold, delicate porcelain, but luscious, warm, peach colored skin. Her lips were like a pair of puckered cherries (and would probably taste as such as thus, I thought privately). But her eyes...two mahogany pools beckoning a man to spend an eternity within their depths. Strangely familiar eyes, that in the haze of medication I could not quite place.
Almost as an afterthought I tore my eyes away from hers and noticed that she was dressed in rags. A tattered, shredded maid's garment a good ten years out of date. What was this glorious beauty doing in such attire?
"H...h...hello..." I managed to choke out.
"Good afternoon Dr. Higgenbotham," her voice seemed to float towards me, shaming the call of the nightingale.
She had said my name! She had said MY name! I struggled for words to reply, and finding none, decided to display my newfound adoration for this young woman in the best way I knew how. I crossed the room briskly, and in one swift move, wrapped my arms around her waist and in an Astair-esque quality, dipped the maiden down into a fiery, passionate kiss.
Unexpectedly, the door to my office flew open and Martha bustled inside saying, "Daniel...Daniel we have a problem. The Xerox repairman is complaining about the state of the...oh dear! I completely forgot you had a client..." her usual cheerful expression diminished as she took in the lovely girl...that I was so thoroughly ravaging with a kiss.
We pulled up and apart, my dazed brain trying to make sense of the situation. For some strange reason the tune to "Kiss the Girl" from my niece's "Little Mermaid" video popped into my head. Seeing that I was quite incapable of speech my patient answered for me, "Do pardon us ma'am, Dr. Higgenbotham was just...welcoming me." She gently pushed away from my incapacitated body with the dignity and grace of a noble woman. Although there was nothing in her tone that would suggest hostility, quite the opposite in fact, Martha seemed to bristle.
"Oh please," I implored, finding my voice, "call me Daniel."
"Thank you Daniel." her melodic pronunciation of my name was intoxicating. Martha, however, did not seem as thrilled as I was. Her usual smile had spread into a thin line. Eyes narrowed slightly, and eyebrows assumed a menacing stance. The plump, maternal secretary I had once known had metamorphosed into an ogress, who appeared to be seriously deliberating on which of us to devour first, the exquisite creature that I was still trying to grasp, but that was withholding herself with polite etiquette, or me...the perpetrator of the crime.
"Daniel, may I see you outside for a moment?" Martha urged through gritted teeth.
I let go of the young lady and Martha grasped my collar pulling me out the door, as I called, "Forget me not my sweet!"
The moment we were alone Martha slapped my face with a blow that would have made the Dali Llama swear.
The haze cleared from my head and Disney songs quit playing in my mind. "Thanks, I needed that," I said quietly.
"You took the Advil didn't you?" she accused sternly.
I nodded weakly, "A cross-dressing wolf just informed me that he was the mastermind behind the Martha Stewart scandal...you'd need medication too." Although I was feeling rather stupid, for a man such as myself, who prefers peace and quiet to raging parties, I was behaving rather foolishly.
"Well," she said quietly, "If it matters to you at all...yesterday when the hit-men from the BGFM were here they were quite impressed with my secretarial skills and they have offered me a job at their headquarters...I've already sent in my acceptance form."
"WHAT?!" I cried out. The stupor was gone now, my usual neurotic, nervous personality was back. What on earth would I do without her? Who would take my calls? Babysit Prince Charming? "You can't leave! I need you!"
She snorted, "From what I saw in your office I highly doubt it."
I felt my cheeks flush. Quietly, I said, "That was the Advil. You know me Martha, would I ever do that under normal circumstances? I'm too much of a prude." I reached out and took her hand, "I need you to stay."
"Why?"
A thousand different answers ran through my mind. You make me laugh. You fascinate me with your quirks. You are calm and capable where I am nervous and tense. You complete me...
"You're an excellent secretary."
Martha withdrew her hand and said quietly, "Daniel, I think your patient is waiting for you."
Author's Note: I'm sorry it has taken so long to post, I've had a lot of schoolwork and stuff. I'll get on the ball, I promise...REVIEW!
~~Chapter Eight~~
I quickly swallowed six Advil, the sweet-coated pills racing down my gullet to arrest the pain and stress that threatened to destroy what remained of my sanity. Feeling the life-giving pain relievers settle into my stomach and their chemicals release into my bloodstream I relaxed into the hallucinogenic stupor that usually followed such exuberant amounts of Advil. As my eyes glazed over I watched my next client waltz into my office.
And waltz she did. No sooner had my trans-gendered, cross-dressing, canine friend exited my office in a maelstrom of pink gauze than a lovely young girl with luminous chestnut hair caught up in a tight bun atop her head swept into the room. She was simply striking, with skin that seemed to be not like cold, delicate porcelain, but luscious, warm, peach colored skin. Her lips were like a pair of puckered cherries (and would probably taste as such as thus, I thought privately). But her eyes...two mahogany pools beckoning a man to spend an eternity within their depths. Strangely familiar eyes, that in the haze of medication I could not quite place.
Almost as an afterthought I tore my eyes away from hers and noticed that she was dressed in rags. A tattered, shredded maid's garment a good ten years out of date. What was this glorious beauty doing in such attire?
"H...h...hello..." I managed to choke out.
"Good afternoon Dr. Higgenbotham," her voice seemed to float towards me, shaming the call of the nightingale.
She had said my name! She had said MY name! I struggled for words to reply, and finding none, decided to display my newfound adoration for this young woman in the best way I knew how. I crossed the room briskly, and in one swift move, wrapped my arms around her waist and in an Astair-esque quality, dipped the maiden down into a fiery, passionate kiss.
Unexpectedly, the door to my office flew open and Martha bustled inside saying, "Daniel...Daniel we have a problem. The Xerox repairman is complaining about the state of the...oh dear! I completely forgot you had a client..." her usual cheerful expression diminished as she took in the lovely girl...that I was so thoroughly ravaging with a kiss.
We pulled up and apart, my dazed brain trying to make sense of the situation. For some strange reason the tune to "Kiss the Girl" from my niece's "Little Mermaid" video popped into my head. Seeing that I was quite incapable of speech my patient answered for me, "Do pardon us ma'am, Dr. Higgenbotham was just...welcoming me." She gently pushed away from my incapacitated body with the dignity and grace of a noble woman. Although there was nothing in her tone that would suggest hostility, quite the opposite in fact, Martha seemed to bristle.
"Oh please," I implored, finding my voice, "call me Daniel."
"Thank you Daniel." her melodic pronunciation of my name was intoxicating. Martha, however, did not seem as thrilled as I was. Her usual smile had spread into a thin line. Eyes narrowed slightly, and eyebrows assumed a menacing stance. The plump, maternal secretary I had once known had metamorphosed into an ogress, who appeared to be seriously deliberating on which of us to devour first, the exquisite creature that I was still trying to grasp, but that was withholding herself with polite etiquette, or me...the perpetrator of the crime.
"Daniel, may I see you outside for a moment?" Martha urged through gritted teeth.
I let go of the young lady and Martha grasped my collar pulling me out the door, as I called, "Forget me not my sweet!"
The moment we were alone Martha slapped my face with a blow that would have made the Dali Llama swear.
The haze cleared from my head and Disney songs quit playing in my mind. "Thanks, I needed that," I said quietly.
"You took the Advil didn't you?" she accused sternly.
I nodded weakly, "A cross-dressing wolf just informed me that he was the mastermind behind the Martha Stewart scandal...you'd need medication too." Although I was feeling rather stupid, for a man such as myself, who prefers peace and quiet to raging parties, I was behaving rather foolishly.
"Well," she said quietly, "If it matters to you at all...yesterday when the hit-men from the BGFM were here they were quite impressed with my secretarial skills and they have offered me a job at their headquarters...I've already sent in my acceptance form."
"WHAT?!" I cried out. The stupor was gone now, my usual neurotic, nervous personality was back. What on earth would I do without her? Who would take my calls? Babysit Prince Charming? "You can't leave! I need you!"
She snorted, "From what I saw in your office I highly doubt it."
I felt my cheeks flush. Quietly, I said, "That was the Advil. You know me Martha, would I ever do that under normal circumstances? I'm too much of a prude." I reached out and took her hand, "I need you to stay."
"Why?"
A thousand different answers ran through my mind. You make me laugh. You fascinate me with your quirks. You are calm and capable where I am nervous and tense. You complete me...
"You're an excellent secretary."
Martha withdrew her hand and said quietly, "Daniel, I think your patient is waiting for you."