by Rebecca Lee
Donna stopped about a foot from the door. She waited for her cue.
Dorian had to be 6 foot 4, maybe more. He towered over her. l.
“Go on,” he said in an impatient demanding tone. “Open it. First door on the right, pick a chair.”
She entered to a sterile white hallway with what appeared to be a closet door to to the left and further down the hall, the door Dorian had mentioned on the right.
She heard no foot steps behind her as the door clicked shut. He had not followed her in.
She went into the room and immediately noted how spacious it was. It felt more like a small classroom or conference room than an examination room.
Donna didn’t didn’t spend any time gazing around out of fear she was being watched. This fear was ignited and fanned by the large wall length mirror directly in front of her as she entered the room. She found the softest available chair among three situated in the middle of the room.
“Hello Passion,” a deep female voice said, sounding sort of like Kathleen Turner or perhaps Lauren Becall. “I am the doctor.”
There was a long uncomfortable silence. Donna wondered if she was supposed to say something. Finally she did.
“I am Donna,” she said. “It appears you already know my middle name slash nickname. Peter said to come here. I think he meant here. I couldn’t find any other plastic surgery place in Compton. Let me guess: I won’t get to see you but you can see me?”
“Ahh Peter,” she said with a tone of reverence but possibly sone“he’s an an old fool”.
“Can I be blunt?” Donna asked. “I almost turned around like a million times. I wasn’t even going to come here like as recent as sixteen hours ago. But weird things have been happening. I keep discovering I might have talent and it’s all coming from the actions and reactions of strangers.”
“Woooo,” the doctor said. “That’s a lot there and it’s just a Saturday. But I think I know the jist of it: you want to get rich and think you have some hidden talent and some idea that no one else has thought up?”
“I guess,” she answered.
The doctor began to laugh an all-knowing laugh that didn’t sound like it could be coming from that same voice.
“Just like all my patients,” she said. “Why don’t I just give you a pay as you go lipo next week and we’ll call it a day.”
“Excuse me?” Donna said indignant from being offended.
“Look. First you have a talent, but so does everyone else,” the doctor said in a more serious tone. “I guess that’s good because some people are so beaten down by others they never discover it. Or they discover it and the people in their lives beat them down even if they often don’t mean to. Oh and on the point about having some groundbreaking totally unique idea, you don’t. Someone else has already thought of it. By the way: what did you bring for me today?”
“Bring for you?” Donna was feeling more lost and overwhelmed by the minute.
“Yeah,” the doctor said like this was the most basic of basic stuff. “You always gotta be thinking of others and making some situation better for 1 person before you can get thinking about many. That’s just being greedy trying to serve everyone. Time for you to go. Go make life better for someone and then maybe come back. You aren’t banned or anything like that. If you aren’t up to it, get that appointment for the lipo. That will make you happy for awhile probably. Oh, don’t forget to stay away from anyone that makes you feel like you don’t have more to offer than what you have always offered. No malice or any of that. Just stay away from them.”
Donna felt suddenly very drowsy.
Chapter 19--Reality of a Too Sexy Woman
Brea managed to get use of the medical facilities for students at Loyola on Saturday afternoon. She hadn’t been feeling like herself.
She thought maybe it was some bad pot. Life wasn't bad otherwise. She was having more fun playing to the fantasies of Bronsky and she loved the way he touched her. The money was great.
She shouldn’t have felt this lethargic. She thought feared she was pregnant.
She asked for and received a simple blood test to confirm whatever.
The doctor on duty called her Monday morning as she was on her way to school.
“Ms. Casteel,” he said in a monotone voice. “You are HIV positive. I urge you to get with a specialist at a place like Cedar Sinai as soon as possible. If you would like to come in and discuss with me or any other on-duty physician, feel free. We’re here during the normal clinic operation hours.”
He waited for a response for nearly a minute. He heard nothing except finally a dial tone. Brea had hung up.
....
Donna woke up in her bed that morning at around ten. She had no idea how she got there, but she remembered clearly everything that happened up to the point where she felt drowsy hearing final instructions from the doctor.
“Good morning,” a male voice said from the bathroom across the hall.
Out of it emerged a handsome ruggedly ripped man, hair wet, his body wrapped in a towel.
“I loved us last night.”
He sat on the side of the bed, his hard muscled abs softening slightly. He had a cup of coffee in his right hand and his left hand was rubbing Donna’s hip over the thin sheet that covered her naked form.
Donna was too shocked to say anything.
It was Paul, the bum who had saved her life at the street corner in Carson.
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