Incandescence wrote:
"Dr. Graham?" Joanne, the new receptionist, asked. He had insisted she call him "Jon," but she refused to be informal. He liked that about her; she was almost his age, but already had two kids and was the victim of spousal abuse. Sometimes that vulnerability flashed across her face--he assumed the formality was a remnant trace.
Incandescence wrote:"It was fine," Jon said, shaking his head. "The usual. Joanne? Could you do me a favor and call Sarah and tell her we're going to Jimmy's tonight around 7."
Incandescence wrote:Jonathon looked up at the sound of her unusually chipper voice and noticed that several other things were unusually chipper as well. "Hi, Danielle." Jon motioned to one of the chairs. "Have a seat."
Incandescence wrote:Jonathon's headache pulsed over his right eye. He sighed, "Fine, okay." He put his hands down and was taken aback at how big her breasts were.
"They're so big!" she whined.
Jonathon was suddenly very uncomfortable, and he made himself blink and take another sip of water to collect himself. He looked back up and noticed the two big rashes surrounding each of her breasts, as well as a healing scar line.
Incandescence wrote: The aquarium's filtration system started whirring in the corner and tiny air bubbles rose to the surface.
Incandescence wrote:She leaned over to him and slid a piece of paper in the fornt pocket of his jeans. "Just in case you change your mind."