Ash Wednesday
Copyright© 2024 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 2
“OH SHIT,” screamed the doctor.
“Please don’t kill me. I have kids.” He is up off Mary in a second and is standing by the bed with his hands in front of that pencil dick of his. He is scared to death! Mary picked up a pillow and held it in front of her.
Maybe here is where I should tell you what the doctor is looking at and why he is so scared.
My name is Tommy Rexel, better known as TRex to my friends. I stand 6’ 4” tall in my bare feet. Today I have on my size 14 boots which puts me at about 6’ 5”. I weigh 245 pounds and can bench press twice my weight. The sleeves of my black tee shirt are straining to contain my biceps. I have already told you that I hire out as a bodyguard. I have a concealed carry permit and my 9mm is in the shoulder holster under my left arm. On the wall behind the doctor are all the awards I have won over the last few years. There is a pistol expert badge I won while serving in the Corps, weightlifting titles from as far back as high school and a 3rd degree black belt certificate won last year.
I can be your best friend or your worst nightmare. The problem the doctor has is I am not feeling very friendly at this moment. I take a deep breath in through my nose and exhale noticeably out my mouth.
“Tommy, this is not what you are thinking. Let me explain.” Mary sounds worried so I decided to listen to what she has to say.
“I’m thinking I just caught my wife fucking her boss in our bed. I hope you are not about to say, “Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes,” because that might just piss me off enough to pull on you both!”
The doctor has found his boxers and has put them on. He is trying to decide if he should jump out the window or try to get around me.
“No Tommy. I’m going to tell you the truth so we can get passed this. Please put your cell phone away.”
I put it in my shirt pocket but did not turn it off.
“Go ahead, explain. But no lies.”
“Remember when I wanted a boob job? Okay, I did not want to use the money we were saving to buy this house, so I made a deal with Dr. Allen here.” She points to the doctor and nods. He nods back.
“That’s right. She did. I do this sometimes. You know make a deal with some of my betterlooking patients. You know the ones who are a little short on cash? I fuck them a few times to make up the difference.”
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