Misty
Copyright© 2025 by Abaddon Pale
Chapter 3: Recovery
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 3: Recovery - Matt Ackermann, AKA Scott Tanner, ran away from home just before high school graduation when his childhood crush married his abusive brother. Now, years later, Matt, writing as Scott Tanner, is a successful and famous author. He is living on top of the world. He has everything a man could want except her. And his world is about to be turned upside down… again.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Incest Cousins DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation
~~ Hello Nurse ~~
I woke from a deep slumber to find myself in a hospital bed surrounded by mountains of flowers, plush toys, Cad’s Journey memorabilia, and we love you banners.
“What the fuck?” I asked out loud, “Am I twelve?”
“Your fans love you, Mr. Tanner,” a friendly and yet sultry female voice said.
I looked to my left and saw a simply stunning redhead.
She had her mane of flame-red hair tied back in a loose ponytail with one of those golden alligator clips. This stunning woman wore a set of purple scrubs that looked like they must have been purchased from a Louis Vuitton or Gucci store, or maybe Victoria’s Secret. The outfit fit her so perfectly it accentuated every curve and drew the eye to places that the eye should not be drawn to in polite company.
She had on matching sneakers and had a delicate silver loop bracelet on her left wrist with two dangling charms that tinkled lightly as she moved. My mouth ran dry just looking at her.
She held one of those electronic pen tablets and was taking notes from the information display on a machine that I was connected to by a rainbow colored mess of wires.
She looked down at me and smiled. Her smile was dazzling, and her green eyes stunning. She was maybe in her early thirties and in absolutely great shape. The woman had curves to make an underwear model homicidally envious. Her purple scrubs fit her so well it made my eyes want to pop out of my head. Well, my one eye anyway; the other was still swollen shut.
Was she hotter than Misty? No, but only because I have a preference for blonds with smaller breasts. I love larger breasts too; I just prefer them in the large B to small C variety. I strongly suspect those preferences are probably the legacy of my imprinting on Misty when we were still just kids. It was, I suppose, just like how half of my father’s generation fixated on Pheobe Cates after Fast Times came out.
Nurse legs that went on forever was definitely playing in the same league as Misty. And hell, this woman hadn’t accused me of raping a little girl in order to give my hard-earned fortune to my ass hat of an ex-brother. Not yet anyway.
“That one,” she said, pointing at a two foot tall Ixie in plushy form. The large plush toy was nestled in-between two bundles of roses, like the fairy creature was ready to pounce on unsuspecting travelers. “That one is from my daughter. She just loves Ixie, but I have to admit I’m a Wixmee fan myself.”
“Really?” I asked. “Wixmee is so very naughty. Most parents think Wixmee is giving their kids’ bad ideas about minding them.”
She looked at me and gave me a wicked little wink.
“Get some rest, Mr. Tanner. The doctor will be in to see you shortly, then lunch. After that, there is a whole slew of people in the waiting room dying to see you.”
“Oh great,” I groaned in distress.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Tanner. There are two big, beefy officers standing guard at your door. They will not let anyone through without your permission.”
“What, why? I thought I was cleared of all charges.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You were asleep when we found out. I’ve been told that the man who tried to frame you escaped custody. The police fear that you may be in danger.”
“The man, Brian?”
“I think that’s the name I heard. They say he kidnapped a police officer and stole her car. What that man did to you was horrible!”
“That’s my brother. He is horrible,” I said and lay back down into the pillow.
“Your brother? Real brother?”
“Yeah, the guy is a complete asshole. That’s why I left home and changed my name.”
The lovely nurse looked at me.
“Geeze, Mr. Tanner, and I thought my own brother was an asshole. And all he ever did was try to peek down my top. Well, and steal my panties on occasion.”
“Nurse...?”
“Nurse Starlings,” she smiled.
“Nurse Starlings, I think you have assholes mixed up with perverts.”
She laughed; it was a delightful sound.
“You’re funny, Mr. Tanner. Besides, I know what a pervert looks like. I see one in the mirror every morning.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Nurse Starlings, are you flirting with your patient?”
I thought to myself after what I have just been through, why am I flirting with this woman?
Well, she is smoking hot! That’s one reason why, perhaps. But this was exactly what I needed. The battering my self-esteem had suffered over the past few days was unfathomable. Not that my self-worth was ever great. It had gotten better since Cad’s Journey hit the bestseller list. I had finally started to feel good about myself. Finally stopped looking at women like the next instant heartache waiting for me. Then Misty destroyed all that.
Maybe nurse Starlings would be the next broken heart. But for the moment, she seemed to be into me. And I needed this. If only for a bit of fun.
“Why, Mr. Tanner, are you suggesting that I am a naughty nurse?”
“Perhaps it’s just wishful thinking. But you do look rather naughty in that well-fitting outfit.”
“Oh, Mr. Tanner, do you like?”
She turned into the short hallway that led to the room’s door past the private bathroom. At the corner, she bent over just slightly, looking back at me over her shoulder. No pantie lines at all and the way the material stretched over her upper backside and lower waist, it was clear she wasn’t even wearing a thong under that. Her ass was simply a work of art.
I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a moment. But how could this vision be flirting with me? I currently looked like I lost a fight with a whole bag of baseball bats.
“Nurse Starlings. You are a work of art. And are you seriously flirting with me? I look like a pile of tenderized meat.”
“Mr. Tanner, we saw you on Nightline last year. With that relaxed and confident attitude. That boyish charm and innocent sense of wonder when talking about your stories. Now you look like the sensitive brainiac who joined fight club. When you heal up a bit, all the nurses are going to be fawning all over you. I’m just getting a head start, you bad boy with a heart of gold!”
She gave me a naughty little wink, then, grinning, walked out of the room.
I watched that perfect bottom sway for the brief two seconds it took for her to disappear around the corner. Her subtle but sexy perfume hung lightly in the air.
“Fuck!” I groaned. I had been doing so well, but when she bent over, my mind just went blank, and all I could think was. A little more, a little more. When did I become a pervert?
I was still sitting there with my mouth hanging open when an orderly wheeled in a trolley.
“Good morning, Mr. Tanner. Feeling any better?” The young black man with dreads and an utterly incongruous Scottish accent and a big goofy grin asked.
When I didn’t respond, he looked at me, then sniffed the air.
“Ah, Vivian was here.” He grinned.
“Damn!” I said.
“Yeah, my man. But don’t get your hopes up. She’s a rug muncher.” The young man said as he tugged my little rolling table free of a cluster of roses and wheeled it under my bed.
“What?”
“Yeah, total skirt chaser, that one. All us guys were devastated when we found out she got herself a wife and swore off men when she divorced her ex-husband.”
The young man picked up the control for my bed and slowly adjusted my torso, lifting me slowly upright.
“My man, doctors have limited you to soft foods until the DDS guy gets in here to see you later today. Try to chew on the left side and avoid the right.”
He looked at my arm in its sling.
“You need assistance in eating, Mr. Tanner?”
“No, I got this.” I said. “So she’s into girls?”
“A girl, at the very least.” He said as he removed several plates from his trolly and sat them on my little table.
He leaned in. “You want to hear the rumors?”
I eyed the food suspiciously.
“Should you be gossiping about your coworkers?” I asked.
“My man! This is a hospital. All we do is gossip about each other. Well, not all we do, but mostly. Sometimes we deliver food and empty bedpans. There may also be the occasional sick person that gets better.”
He laughed, and I did too. For the first time since I had arrived here, it didn’t hurt.
He pulled the covers off the plates, and I scooped a spoonful of banana pudding into my mouth. It wasn’t anything to write home about. But it beat the hell out of prison food.
“So, get this,” the fella said while organizing his trolley. “Nurse hot stuff, used to be married to this guy down in maintenance. Bill Cross, he’s a maintenance technician. The guy mops floors for a living, and he had that! Can you believe it? He had that!”
The guy placed a coffee mug on my table and poured some steaming black gold into the cup from a silver carafe with a black lid.
“So what I heard is they both started working here at the same time. Guy had balls, so hit her up. They dated and got married, even had a kid.”
I looked at the Ixie plushy. “Yes, she said she had a kid.”
“Yeah, so, a few years back. Bloke comes home and finds her in bed waiting for him. And she is not alone. Nurse Hotstuff has another naked girl there waiting for him. Her friend is wrapped in a big red bow. Vivian says, happy anniversary.”
The young man paused and looked at me.
I realized that my eyes were wide, and I was watching him with rapt attention.
“Nice dramatic pause,” I said.
He grinned.
“So what’s this bloke do? He loses his shit! Calls her a whore and a lesbian slut. Storms out. Turns out, bloke was raised all religious and hates gays, even hot lesbos. Anyway, now dude is an incel, and Vivian’s married to that girl. Dude walks around the hospital like someone shot his puppy. Staff thinks Vivian wears those super tight scrubs to torment him. Heard he said some pretty nasty shit to her back then, but avoids her like the plague now.”
“Man, that sucks!”
“You’re telling me, bro. Hottest nurse in the whole hospital, and she doesn’t give any of us fellas the time of day. But it’s fun watching her flirt with the other nurses. Well, some of them.”
Wait, what? She was absolutely flirting with me; I thought. I hadn’t imagined it, had I?
“What about patients?” I asked.
“Not often. But when we get a cute bitch in here, she will sometimes. Oh, and sometimes when a teenage boy is in, you know, a really bad way. She has some sympathy and flirts a little. You know makes them feel better. I even heard she let some terminal kid play with her amazing rack. Then again, you can’t believe a thing Clooney says.”
Really, I thought. But she was flirting with me. Absolutely, I wasn’t imagining it. Am I dying?
“Ehm, what’s your name?” I asked suddenly worried.
“Callum, but folks round here call me Cal.” He grinned.
“Cal, what are folks around here saying about me?”
He looked at me.
“That you’re the guy who wrote Cad’s Journey. That you’re worth like a kugillion dollars and the cops beat the crap out of you for something you didn’t do.” He said, ending on a sympathetic note.
“But you know. Am I dying or something?”
He looked at me, confused.
“No why? I heard you will probably be released in a few days. Nurses are all bummed out about it. Lots of them read your book. Sorry, my dude, I’m not into that fantasy crap. Oh ... Sorry.”
“Not at all. Not everyone’s cup of tea.” I said.
“I hear it’s really good though.” He said, trying to cover.
“Really Cal, it’s okay. Not everyone has to like it.”
“So. Why did you think you were...” he trailed off. “Oh! Did she flirt with you?”
“Yeah, kind of hard.” I said.
“My man, you look like someone went at your face with a lead pipe. So I guess her type is dying kids, super hot chicks and authors with more money than God.” He grinned.
“Great!” I said. “Another gold digger.”
“No dude! Vivian ain’t like that at all. She is super nice. That’s why all the fellas were so broken up when we found out she married some chick. My man! She was married to a guy who mops floors for a living. And she didn’t even dump him. He left her, that moron. She was broken up over it for a long time.”
I looked at him. The guy seemed sincere.
“Seriously, my man. If she was flirting with you. It’s because she liked you. Or she felt you needed cheering up.”
And there it was. And that was true. I did need cheering up. And it had cheered me up at least until Cal came in and crushed my hopes.
~~ Visiting Hours ~~
“So, Mr. Tanner,” Doctor Wisgar was saying, “we are going to need to keep those ribs wrapped. You’re going to need a lot of bed rest until those bruised kidneys heal up. And that cast is going to have to come off in about six weeks. But really, I think we can let you get out of here tomorrow, or maybe the day after.”
“That’s great, Doc.” I said.
The doctor had come in to examine me about fifteen minutes after Cal left the room. I was anxious to get out of here and away from all these people. Well, except maybe that hot nurse, even if she was just trying to make me feel better.
“Doctor Blane will be in later this afternoon to look at those teeth and see what we can do about that. But if you prefer your own dentist, we can maybe discharge you a bit early.”
“A second opinion can’t hurt.” I said.
“Absolutely. I always encourage patients to seek out other opinions, Mr. Tanner. The nursing staff is going to be sad to see you go,” he said, looking around the room at all the flowers and toys.
“Doc, all the toys. Can you have someone collect them and give them to the sick kids? I really appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t really have a place for all of them.”
“That’s very kind of you, son.” The doctor said. “I will get someone on it before you are released.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
“Oh, there are a couple of detectives who have been waiting to speak with you.”
“Oh great. More cops.” I groaned.
“I understand your feelings, son. Should I have them sent away?”
“No, send them in. May as well find out what they want.”
“Probably right, son.” The doctor said.
A few minutes later, Detectives Hill and Marlax walked into the room.
“Are they treating you well?” Hill asked.
“Better than you folks did.” I said, but there was no heat in my tone.
“Sorry about that.” Hill said.
Marlax looked agitated.
“I suppose there is a reason for your visit? Have you changed your mind and decided to toss me back in a cell with some gorillas?”
“Mr. Tanner, I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. But I didn’t do that to you. And if I had been there, I would have put a stop to it,” Hill said.
“I wouldn’t have. And I am very sorry for that,” Marlax said.
I looked at him. At least the man was honest.
“Seriously, Mr. Tanner, I hope you can someday forgive me. Please keep in mind the evidence at the time seemed overwhelming.” Marlax said. “That’s no excuse for our behavior. But I hope you can understand, with the kinds of things we see every day. Well, sometimes all that bottled-up rage comes out. Usually it’s on someone who deserves it.”
I looked at him hard. “That’s the thing. You don’t know until a jury decides who deserves what.”
“You’re right about that. But even then, a lot of guilty pricks walk.”
“Okay, gentlemen, this is getting us nowhere,” Hill said. “Mr. Tanner, we will get out of your hair soon, I promise. This is about Mr. and Mrs. Ackermann.”
Misty, every time I thought of her it was like a punch to the gut again. She had done this to me. She had done it willingly.
“We have Mrs. Ackermann in custody. Her daughter is with child welfare. But Mr. Ackermann escaped.”
“I heard. He kidnapped one of you cops and stole a car. Sounds like my brother. He was always stealing stuff when we were kids. Well, when he wasn’t beating the crap out of me or fucking some girl.”
“Mr. Tanner, what the news isn’t saying. What we haven’t released yet is that it would appear that Officer Green was working with your brother. She wasn’t kidnaped, she let him go. And went with him willingly.” Hill said.
Marlax held up a cellphone.
On the screen a short video clip from within a bus station. There was my brother, walking with a uniformed policewoman. She was leaning her head on his shoulder with his arm around her waist.
“I’ve seen that expression.” I said as my guts tied into knots. “Misty used to look at him like that all the time. All of them did.”
“Do you have any idea how your brother knows Officer Green? How long have they been having an affair?”
“Detectives, I have no idea! I haven’t spoken to my brother or Misty for six years. I moved out here and changed my name to avoid ever seeing either of them ever again.”
“Green has a husband and three kids!” Marlax said.
“I’m telling you, I don’t know. Seriously, I haven’t talked to them. And I never want to see either of them again. After what Misty did to me. I hope she rots in prison.”
“Marlax, can you wait in the hall for a bit?”
Marlax looked at his partner, annoyed, but nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Listen, son,” Hill said.
“You shouldn’t forgive her. And you should definitely get over this pining crush you have on that girl. But don’t judge her too harshly. I don’t think she deserves what she is going to get.”
“What do you mean? The bitch set me up!”
“Yes, she did. But I don’t think she had a choice.”
“Detective Hill. She could have asked me for help. She could have told the police that my brother was abusing her. But she didn’t. She told them I raped that little girl.” I said. My tone wasn’t angry; it was just tired.
“Mr. Tanner. We both saw the same tape. Did you see how she acted when she was talking to your brother? And yes, we have traced the call and linked the phone to him. In fact, we found the cell phone in their hotel room. I cannot share with you the other side of that phone call, as it is evidence in an ongoing investigation.”
“Then why bring it up?”
“Because, Mr. Tanner, we both saw enough in what we saw together. Did Mrs ... Misty seem enthusiastic or reluctant to do what she did?”
“Maybe it was an act. Like everything else.” I said.
“Maybe. But I don’t think so. She didn’t know she was being recorded. There was a marked difference in her body language and actions between when she was on the phone with her husband and when she was alone with you. She was under a great deal of duress.”
“Then why didn’t she ask me for help? I would have done anything for her. When she called the police, she could have told them what my sick fuck of a brother told her to do. There were a thousand things she could have done. But she showed up at my door. Used my feelings for her to ruin me.”
“Did you notice how she addressed your brother and referred to herself in that call?”
“Yeah, she called him Master. That’s new, but not that different. She used to follow him around like a puppy dog. No matter how much fun we were having together. Or how important the rehearsal was with the play coming up. He would snap his fingers, and she would go running into his bedroom. It’s just a kinky sex thing.”
“What your friends, Mr. and Mrs. Perez, have going on. That is a kinky sex thing. I fear what’s going on between your brother and that girl is something far worse. She is obviously abused.”
“Well yea. Brian beats the crap out of everyone. I tried to tell her that so many times. She never listened to me. Even when my nose was bleeding from him punching me.”
“I get it. Mr. Tanner, have you ever heard of Operant Conditioning or the works of B.F. Skinner?”
“What’s that, some sort of serial killer?”
Hill laughed.
“No, Skinner was a behavioral psychologist back, died back in the early 90s. But his research shed a lot of light on some really weird shit we sometimes see. Victims who are grateful to their abusers. People who do the most insane and self destructive shit because they were programmed to do it. When done right, it’s really hard to undo.”
“You’re talking about brainwashing? That’s not real, is it? It’s like hypnosis and gay therapy. None of that shit works.”
“That’s not true. Well, mostly. A lot of it is absolute bullshit. But there is real science behind operant conditioning. It’s how thousands of people lose a crap-ton of money to casinos every year playing slots. Those buggers are designed to fuck with our flight and rewards systems in our brains. The right dopamine fix on the right frequency and people sit there feeding twenty after twenty into the machines for hours.”
“Someone with a gambling addiction is a far cry from someone willingly helping her abusive husband to ruin the life of someone who has never been anything but kind to her.”
Hill’s face fell.
“Listen, Mr. Tanner. I’m not really trying to change your mind. And I really do think you should re-examine how you feel about that girl. But ... Well, listen. I shouldn’t tell you this. But she was trying to protect you. Or at least she thought she was trying to protect you. I’m not saying it was right. I’m just saying she doesn’t deserve what she is going to get. And she doesn’t deserve you to hate her.”
“Protect me. Right. By telling the cops I raped a little girl. That worked out just fucking great!” Now I was getting angry.
“Okay, listen, I shouldn’t be doing this. But we’ve done enough damage to you with how you were treated. And what that bitch did to you is going to fuck up your sense of trust for a long fucking time.” Hill said, pulling out that little tape recorder he carried with him.
“No shit,” I said, eyeing the little device suspiciously.
“You got a raw deal, Mr. Tanner. And I’ll get fired if anyone finds out I played this for you. So I’m trusting you here.”
“What is it?”
“This,” he said, pressing play.
“You fucking useless whore!” My brother’s hateful shouting came out of the tape. But the volume was turned down low enough that it would likely not be heard outside of the room.
“I knew you would fuck it up. You’re a fucking useless cunt! No one makes my bitches cum but me!” he screamed. “Especially not that limp-dick sissy boy! You hear me, bitch. You’re going to suffer for this one.”
I looked at Hill. He nodded.
“Now listen to your master, cunt! This is what you are going to do. There was enough sildenafil in that shot to keep the fucking dweeb rock hard for hours. You go and get that useless twat of a daughter, who can’t even suck her master’s cock without vomiting. You get that little cunt and you shove that sissy boy’s cock into her nice and hard. Make sure he fills that little cunt with enough cum that they convict him for a thousand years. Or you and that little whore are going into the box and you’re not coming out!”
There was a pause and a slight buzzing. This must be where Misty was begging for her daughter.
“I don’t give a flying fuck, you worthless whore. You’re not even fun to fuck anymore. If you weren’t a decent cocksucker, I’d put you in the ground just like I did your old Pappy. Fucker thought he could keep my wife from her husband. Ha!. Now listen up, cunt! I am your master.”
His voice was now filled with a quiet sort of rage. “If you fail to please me, then I’m going to have one of the cops who shows up put a bunch of bullets into your precious little dweeb’s skull. Then I’m going to take you back to the farm and make you beat your little brat to death with a ball-peen hammer. Do you hear me, cunt!”
The click of the tape being shut off made me jump. If I were not sitting in my hospital bed, I might have fallen down.
“Fuck. What the fuck!” I cried.
“Yeah,” Hill said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“He was always a violent asshole, but.”
“He’s a murderer, son. If we can believe what he said there. Sounds like he killed the girl’s father. Illinois State Police are investigating it.”
“Mr. Pike. He was so fucking nice. He was so nice.”
“Son, whatever he did to that girl. She was not in her right mind. I’m sure her public defender will go for the insanity plea. But hard to say. DA plans to throw the book at her. Rape, conspiracy to commit rape, extortion, fraud, you name it,” Hill said.
“Public defender?” I asked.
“Yeah, no bank account that we can find for her or your brother. And she ante talking.”
“What about Emmy?”
“Child protective services. They are looking for next of kin. She will probably end up in the foster system.”
“Fuck that,” I cried. “She is my niece.”
“Hem. That could be complicated.”
“You know I didn’t do that to her! Well. It wasn’t me who did it.”
“Yea son. I know. I will put in a good word for you. Marlax will too. He isn’t going to show it to you. Not his way. But he is all broken up inside about how he treated you before all the evidence was in. The guy is shaken. I may need to put him on leave.”
“One last question, if I may.”
“Sure,” I said.
“You didn’t know how your brother knew, Officer Green. On the phone, he mentioned having one of the officers on scene shoot you. Green wasn’t there. You wouldn’t have any idea which officer that might have been.”
“Other than the one who clocked me over the back of the head. Not a clue.”
“She’s never been out of state. And to the best of our knowledge, your brother had never been to California before a few days ago. So she is not likely a candidate.”
“We are going to keep the guards on you until we have that bastard in custody.”
“I appreciate that. I should be out of here tomorrow or the day after.”
“You okay with a marked patrol car outside your house for a bit?”
“Can’t say I’m thrilled with it. But it’s better than a baseball bat to the skull.” I said.
Hill showed himself out, and I just sat there reeling.
My brother had always been a violent asshole. But what I had heard on that tape was next-level shit. He threatened to kill me. And had he really killed Misty’s dad? Had Mr. Pike tried to take Misty away from him? I should have never left. I let that abuse happen to her.
Sure, she had rejected me. She had made a fool of me. But I had really made a fool of myself. I had been only nineteen at the time. I didn’t know anything about people or life. I was just insanely jealous of how she felt about my brother. And I was furious over how he treated her. I had told myself for years that if he had only treated her better, I wouldn’t have got involved. Her happiness has been more important to me than my own desire for her.
But what had I done, leaving her to that?
“What the fuck is this box?” I asked no one.
“OK, think Scott!” I said to myself. Even my own identity was becoming unraveled. Thinking of myself as Matt one minute and Scott the next. Scott was the man I wanted to be. I wanted to leave Matt behind along with all the trauma of my past. But Misty was back, and so was Matt.
Yes, she had betrayed me. But from what Detective Hill had shown me, perhaps she had done it to save me? Would Brian really kill me?
The answer I found deep inside myself was shocking. ‘Yes,’ he would. In fact, he tried. What he had used her to do to me, had a pretty good chance of being lethal even without bullets. My own brother had tried to kill me. More than that, it would appear that he wanted me to suffer a lot before I died.
“What the fuck did I ever do to you, Brian!” I screamed.
Two officers burst into the room, weapons drawn.
“Sorry!” I said. “I just got upset. Everything is okay!”
~~ A bit of good news ~~
After the detectives left, Dr. Blane DDS showed up to have a look at my choppers. I had lost three lower teeth on the right side of my jaw.
“Mr. Tanner. We are going to need to get some better x-rays, but I think we can do implants if that’s what you want. Otherwise, a bridge can be fixed in place. There is plenty of support on the remaining teeth. After a while, you will not even notice it.”
“That’s good.” I said.
“Implants are the better option if there is enough bone mass in the lower jaw. But the bridge will be just fine if not. You will have your dazzling smile again soon.”
“How long?”
“I’ll try to get you in for the X-rays and full mouth scan next week. Do the surgery the following week. Will take you a few weeks to fully recover after for the bridge. The gums heal surprisingly fast. You are probably looking at a year or so to fully recover with the implants. You will have some difficulty in talking for a week or so following the surgery either way.”
“All right, I don’t have an assistant anymore. So, I will be calling your office myself. But I am going to speak to my own dentist before. Just for a second opinion,” I said.
“Very good. Mr. Tanner.”
“Thanks, Doc. That’s the first bit of good news I’ve had in a while.”
It was only moments after the dental expert left when I smelled her perfume.