Seeker

What a mistake I made! I sent Cherise a text by accident that said, “See ya tonight!” I immediately realized the mistake the moment I unleashed the text off my phone, and I quickly panicked. I new it seemed suspicious in any context, so I quickly picked up the phone and called Cherise so she wouldn’t have any time to mull over the possibilities of what the text meant. Of course we exchanged the usual pleasantries, but I quickly went on to explain that I had meant to send the text to my friend, Tom, who was going to meet me for dinner before work. Cherise seemed satisfied with that explanation and went on to talk about her past few days at work. She also mentioned that she needed a bit more money for a late electric bill, that is, if I wouldn’t mind helping her out. Of course I told her I would send her the money, and that I wanted her to come up to see me next week. She got quite excited with that, and the issue of the erroneous text never came up again. Problem solved.

So work was quite busy today. I had to reduce one shoulder dislocation in between several work-ups for various chest and abdominal pain. One of my regular visitors came in today, stating she was having horrible abdominal pain. She was quite young, in her twenties, and had Chrone’s disease, which certainly causes pain, but she had close to fifty visits this year to our hospital system alone and probably the same number to other nearby hospitals. In fact, on the drug monitoring program, she had close to seventy prescriptions for methadone, dilaudid, oxycontin, and other pain medicines this year alone! Luckily one of the nurses working with me had been on a shift at another hospital yesterday where she saw this same patient stating the exact same problem. In the end I compromised with the patient, explaining my concerns with all her visits to the Emergency department and excessive pain management issues. I couldn’t imagine living day-to-day going from hospital to hospital seeking pain medications. I felt sorry for her illness, but she never went to any of her scheduled appointments for her treatments. If you don’t take your medicine, you can’t get better!

I ran out the door at the end of my shift. Tonight, Melanie and I are getting together. We are leaving tomorrow for a quick get-away beach trip – the last for this year! Melanie is going to look hot in a bikini! I can’t wait to see that.

Good food and drinks, once again! I can’t wait for dessert at Melanie’s!

Melanie was dressed perfectly for our date. I caught several guys doing a double-take to check her out. That doesn’t bother me one bit, in fact, I feel proud to have such a babe at my side! We had a great evening out and even a better evening in! XOXO

-T.C.

I had to work a day shift the next day before I went out with Angela. I had the usual assortment of patients including the run of the mill obese, female abdominal pain patients who come in and out of the system every other month for a repeat examination by a different Emergency Department doctor each time. One patient was in her early 20’s and had been to us thirty times this year alone for that same complaint. She weighed about three hundred pounds and demanded milligram after milligram of dilaudid, which is a very strong pain medication. When I looked at her medical history, there weren’t any real diagnosis but only symptoms, such as chronic back pain, migraines, menstrual cramps, and pelvic inflammatory disease (AKA sexually transmitted disease). She had close to twelve cat scans of her abdomen alone this year, which is a lot of radiation, and yet nothing was ever found. Of course her medications included pain pills, such as percocet, and interestingly she listed allergies to morphine, tramadol, motrin, and iodine as all causing angioedema and anaphylaxis! I have yet to see any of those reactions occur from a medication, so it makes me want to give her some of those medicines to put her to the test! I bet she has no allergies at all, but just doesn’t want to bother receiving less desired medications such as motrin when she can guide our hands to administer stronger medications! Of course, after four hours with us, she was demanding to leave and even requested a cab voucher  since she came by ambulance and had no car. Once again, her cat scan was normal and there was no good excuse for her pain except that she was acutely deficient in Percocet! The cost to our system for all the testing was probably $15,000, of which she will pay none of it. That’s where my tax money goes!

I went for a quick run after work to get rid of some extra energy. I had to rush so I could get ready for my date with Angela. I was starting to feel better about my empty house and had become more and more detached from the memory of Sarah. In fact, I dreaded every phone ring, thinking that it might be Sarah, and I know that I would ask her to come back if I spoke to her. I want to put my head in a hole!

Angela looked dazzling tonight. I loved her high-heeled shoes she was wearing and her skinny jeans, which melted into her perfect legs. I was so horny the moment I saw her that I immediately pounced on her as she stepped back. I was a bit surprised when she put the hand up to me and stopped me, saying, “babe, let’s do that later.” It seemed like she had lost a bit of her crazed sexuality, or maybe something was on her mind?  Either way, I wanted us to have a good time, so we went downtown to grab some drinks and dinner. I chose a pretty good dig for our night out.

I love this restaurant – I figured this would be a great place to hang out with Angela!

Angela seemed a bit uptight again tonight, and I didn’t want to be around a wet blanket, but I kinda wanted to explore what was bothering her….or maybe not. I chose to ignore her solemn demeanor and just make the best of the evening. Actually, I began thinking more about Melanie and Cherise to take my mind of my present gloomy company! Interestingly, Angela wouldn’t drink, even though I tempted her numerous times. What a mixed up night!

Of course the night dragged on. The conversation seemed to dwindle, leaving only the background music at the restaurant to fill in the emptiness. And we sat, side-by-side, staring off, with me thinking about other people and places, and Angela doing I don’t-know-what. I was just about to suggest we leave when she grabbed my hand gently and started rubbing it in a sincere, ‘I love you” sorta way. At that moment we both let our guard down and began to be with each other in the way that I liked best – intimately!

We ended up at Angela’s, with me stripping her down to her fragrant softness, creating our own music on the box springs of her extraordinarily cushiony bed. Oh my god…..perfection! I needed that.

-T.C.

I’m at work and it sucks. I can’t keep my focus today, and everything annoys me. I’m a bit tired after the past days, but I’m staying awake on the job, although I think my I.Q. has dropped a few points. I looked up on the board, and it’s rather busy for the mid afternoon. It’s amazing the amount of abdominal pain patients that come in to see us. It’s always heavier people, usually women, with the complaint. Again and again it’s the same story of lower stomach pain and nausea, ‘maybe I’m pregnant but I didn’t check, so I came in to see you for a $10,000 dollar pregnancy check.’ It’s true, because we always assume that someone will display rational judgement when they come in to see the doctor in the emergency department. I assume that you must be having a surgical emergency like an appendicitis or bowel obstruction! In the end, after a cat scan, pelvic ultrasound, blood work, ten milligrams of Dilaudid and four hours, we get the final diagnosis: abdominal pain in a 30 year old obese female. Of course, many of the people I see have no insurance or have medicaid, so the cost to the system is at least $10,000 for the workup. Then there are the cab vouchers, bus tokens, and Medicaid cabs that suck up the rest of the cost. For the most part, the patient comes in moaning and screaming but usually hops up to leave after the negative but normal workup, seemingly happy with a prescription for Percocet! I go through this all day and all night, ambulance after ambulance.

So towards the end of my shift, Angela came in to start her shift. She brought me dinner, to my pleasant surprise. I actually had a few minutes to sit in the back room with her as we both ate. She seemed passive and preoccupied. I kept conversation to the basics, still trying to avoid what I thought was going to be a complaint about us not moving forward fast enough in our relationship. Actually, we had a fairly bland conversation…very refreshing! In the meantime, we exchanged occasional kisses and semi-arousing looks at each other. It was too busy in the department for us to misbehave, so I kept our impromptu dinner date very ‘professional.’  We made arrangements to go out for dinner tomorrow night. I was a bit preoccupied with thoughts of Melanie and wasn’t totally excited by our plans, but Angela was looking quite fine in her burgundy scrubs and sparkling clogs. I loved her tight fitting, ‘Hello Kitty’ ankle socks!

-T.C.

So I’m a little behind in posting this because my head has been in a spin. I’m not used to that degree of partying. Cherise seems to recover quickly after each crazy session. I’m hung over, still spinning and buzzing, meanwhile, she is at ease on the couch as if nothing happened! Anyway, we partied hard the next few days. My mind was lifted free of all my oppressing thoughts, and as far as the sex….Oh my God! It was amazing. I explored every part of Cherise and went where mere mortal men only dreamed of! I couldn’t get enough of her soft, muscular frame. Not an ounce of fat and only pure, cozy softness from her feet all the way to her head. I could bury myself in her for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the reality of life gets in the way. I have bills to pay and a job to keep.

Today, Cherise and I went shopping for food to stash her fridge with. She had only beer and semi-empty cartons of carry-out food in there. By the end of the day, we had spent several hundred dollars getting everything that she needed. I enjoyed putting a smile on her face with each store we visited. In exchange, she would lavish me with affections of all sorts! It seemed like a fair exchange. I began to feel extremely comfortable with her, and the past few days were extraordinary. Tonight was going to be our last one for this visit, so we decided to go all out and celebrate.

We started the night off with a few shots and a cab ride to Garfinkle’s. A quick margarita and steak hit the spot. After that, we met up with a few friends of Cherise, most of whom were incredibly hot. They were just as wild and crazy as Cherise, but who am I to judge that? We ended up at her friend’s place before we went to a local club. Riley was her name- vivacious and carefree – tattooed on her arms and legs with various figures of I-don’t-know-what, but they all led in directions on her body that I would love to explore! I found myself sitting next to her chatting away. She seemed intrigued that I was a doctor and asked me questions fervently about the crazy things that I dealt with. I was fascinated with her lifestyle as a bartender and was thrilled by the possibility of free drinks! Her well-crafted hands flowed over me as she spoke, meanwhile, Cherise was busy in a back room, doing lines of coke. I had already taken my turn at it and found myself feeling restless and confident. So much so that at a moment of opportunity, I grabbed Riley by her hand and dragged her into her roommate’s empty room where, after locking the door, our lips met ferociously as I relieved Riley of her tight-fitting pants. In moments, I took the plunge into her on the edge of her friend’s bed, locking Riley’s tattooed legs on my shoulders as I took control of her. I loved watching her arch her back and neck with each thrust, both of us being overpowered by the loud music and the cocaine we had moments before. I loved watching myself going into her, so much so that Riley took notice and reached for her phone to video our session of sex. It was awesome seeing everything through the lens of her phone. Thank God for twelve megapixels and good lighting!

So we finished in several minutes, both of us panting and sweating. I pulled out of her as the sound of the doorknob being turned reminded us that the apartment was filled with other people! Of course everyone was impaired at that time, including ourselves, so I don’t think anybody recognized we had departed the scene, but even so, I helped Riley get herself dressed again. It was really sexy working her pants over her heavenly, tanned skin. Her tattoos were perfectly crafted on her thighs, with rainbow patterns, musical symbols, and butterflies all leading towards her inner thighs, which I caressed as I pulled her pants back on. She giggled as I fought my way through it all. In fact, she didn’t seem worried about getting caught and made me put her multicolored socks and high heels on as well! I loved her painted toes!

So, Cherise was wiped out on the table in the next room. Her head was on the table with her hair in a messy pile to the side. I rubbed her neck lightly as she turned  to smile at me. I kissed her lips lightly and then let her resume her prior slumbering state. I found myself sitting on the couch next to Riley again, where she promptly rested her legs on my lap as we leaned back and stared at the ceiling and listened to the music. I’m not certain what was playing or who was there anymore, but I remember only incessant chattering as I rubbed Riley’s leg until I fell asleep.

Dark silence. I sat up as I took a panicked, gasping deep breath. Cherise and I were in bed next to each other. She was sound asleep, and we were in her apartment. Somehow we got back to her place. I don’t remember anything else except for the morning when I got up to leave for home.

-T.C.