Note: This story is a continuation of “Rising to the Occasion” by stories260509, which appeared as chapter 8 in the October Bananagram Collection.

https://storiesonline.net/n/38003/october-bananagram/8

Olivia phoned Dr. Tim.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he said. “What’s up?”

“There’s something I have to ask you,” Olivia said.

“Sure. Ask me anything.”

“It’s kind of personal. I was hoping I could ask you in person.”

“Sure. No problem. Want to come over?”

He gave her directions, and Olivia set right off.

“Lovely to see you again,” Dr. Tim told Olivia at his door. “Come in. Come in. Any problem finding the place?”

“No,” said Olivia, as she entered Dr. Tim’s apartment. “I took my scooter. I’ve only had it a week. It’s really nice. A present from my mom for (quote) coming of age. I went along the river. Probably supposed to be only for pedestrians and bikes, but...” She shrugged. “Only problem was a manhole cover. When I went over it, it bounced my butt but good.”

“You need to be careful.”

“I know. It was my fault. See, on the other side of the river there’s a lot of construction, and there was this one man up high looking down on me, almost as if he knew me, but then I figured he was just, you know, staring at my boobs, not that there’s much to stare at, and I sort of imagined what would happen if I wasn’t wearing any clothes. Like would he get so excited seeing my bare little titties he’d just fall off? So that’s when I went over the manhole cover and almost lost control.”

“I’m glad you escaped unscathed. And I’m sure if he saw your bare boobs he would fall off. I know I would. And I love the way you say ‘control.’”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You make it sound like ‘cunt roll.’”

“Cunt roll,” Olivia said. “Ha! That’s funny. Would you like some butter on your cunt roll?”

“I might prefer your cream-filled cunt roll,” Dr Tim said, as he led Olivia into the living room.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, having caught sight of the painting over the sofa. “My goodness.”

“Do you like it?” Dr. Tim asked.

“I don’t know,” Olivia said. “I mean anyone could see it.”

“True,” Dr. Tim said. “But I only hung it up out here when I learned you were coming. Normally I keep it in the bedroom over the bed.”

“What was here before?”