What the f**k? Mind blank, she yanked up her shirt.
Oh my God. Now I’m a futa.
*****
Dr. Sandra Lee Rogers smiled as her last patient slipped her purse over her shoulder and left the examination room. “Is that it for today, Janet?”
Her nurse shook her head. “Sorry, no. We had a last-minute request. And since that slot on your schedule was open, with Mrs. Taylor cancelling on you yesterday…”
“Good riddance,” she muttered, her finely drawn Asian features creasing in a scowl. Prudence Taylor had been a blight on her practice since the day she had struck out on her own as an independent OB-GYN. She was rude to the staff, snide to the nurses, and frankly contemptuous of Sandra herself. And, may god forgive her for being judgmental, Sandra heartily disliked poking around in the woman’s priv
