morgan-ena-moon

So I walk in, sit down on that leather, rotten-plastic smelling chair, and I scrutinize this doctor. She's a wheat blond, the plain face of an intelligent woman, and she looks like the sort of lady that flosses every morning. A floppy body, she looks like she's getting a little chubby, her stomach slightly bulges from her ruffled light green blouse. Menopause will hit her hard. It's not that noticeable, but when you have a body obsession you tend to notice these things. She looks at me, and smiles all wide like she's so glad to have me here to bitch. "How are you Marieanne" "Fine" "Would you care for some peppermints?" She mentions toward