"Why do I deal with this shit, Sean?" Christian peeled his eyes off of the area on his right forearm that he was hastily scrubbing to look across at his partner, Sean McNamara. The two surgeons were standing over the scrub sinks in the alcove overlooking the operating room where they would be performing a rhinoplasty on a middle-aged female in just a matter of minutes.
Sean McNamara was a slightly less shorter man than Christian with a thin but well-built frame, fair complexion, short and messy brown hair, beady blue eyes, bushy brows, and thin lips. He glanced up from his scrubbing, his right brow furrowing inquisitively. "Kimber wants to reconcile? Haven't we been over this numerous times before?"
He sighed softly, leaning a little closer to the tap and washing off the soap on his arms. "Well, you know what they say. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That crazy bitch nearly castrated me the last time she tried to reconcile. If the sex was shit, I wouldn't have kept her around as long as I did. I would have sent her packing just like any other woman. I'm not about to lose my bits and pieces this time around."
"If it's that much of an issue, why don't you just turn her down?"
"A lot has changed since then. Frankly, I'm getting tired of banging inexperienced college girls who don't know the first thing about giving a proper blow job. Kimber was one of the few women I've met who was worth a second screw. Now I'm not about to risk losing my dick, but I haven't had a satisfying sexual experience like that in weeks."
Sean moved the soaped up sponge from his left forearm down to the tops of his knuckles. "You of all people have never had a problem finding a brief satisfying sexual encounter. There are plenty of women in this city who I'm sure could satisfy you for more than one night. You could give this thing with Kimber another chance, or you could find someone else. It's entirely up to you, Christian."
He scoffed. "My problem isn't finding a woman who can satisfy me, Sean. My problem is finding one who knows what the hell she's doing. You should have seen this girl I picked up last night. She made the sex seem like a God damn merry-go-round."
Sean fell quiet as his mind wandered off to contemplate his own problems. He kept his gaze down at his hands, focusing on the task before him.
Noticing his partner's suddenly quiet state, he took his eyes off of his scrubbing to focus intently on the man across from him. "All right. Apparently I'm not the only one with problems. What bug crawled up your ass?"
Sean looked up at him with a furrowed brow. "Julia's considered getting a face lift."
He stared at him blankly. "She can still pass for a woman in her late twenties, Sean. It's hardly time for that. Although, she could probably benefit from a slight peel around the eyes, maybe a neck lift. Other than that, she's still got years to go until a face lift is in order."
"That's what I was trying to get across to her. First it's her breasts, and now this? For God's sakes, she's worrying she's turning into her mother."
He scrubbed the top of his left hand, moving over his knuckles to the tips of his fingers before leaning forward and rinsing the soap off. "Jesus. The day that bomb drops, I'll might as well be on my way out of this God damn city and onto to more uncharted territories."
Sean finished rinsing the soap off of his arms and raised his hands before him. "Still think you have a chance with the misses, do you?"
He followed suit and lifted both hands in the air, following his partner out of the scrub alcove and into the operating room. "You sir, have forgotten that I had her first. In the event that she transforms into her mother, you won't have to worry if I'm making unnecessary advances in your absence. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"
"Thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind," Sean replied flatly.
The two men dried their hands off on a sterile towel and shoved their hands into each pair of rubber gloves the scrub technicians held out for them. They slipped into their gowns and were masked for surgery.
The anesthesiologist, Liz, spoke up from her position at the head of the gurney. She was a tall, full-figured woman with a fair complexion, large brown eyes, long curly brown hair, and full luscious lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, our patient is deeply in twilight and ready to be turned from Shrek into Gwenyth."
Christian looked down at the patient before them. An alluring blonde with wide blue eyes and bronze colored skin. The only flaw on this woman was her bulbous nose that made her look more like a duck than a cartoon character. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, contemplating how good she would be in his bed. Once they broke the mold of her nose, she'd be good as new, and he could take full advantage of everything she had to offer. This wouldn't be the first patient he'd picked up after their procedure. If Julia was still out of his league and he wasn't getting anywhere with the women he was picking up, he had to go right back to square one.