Playing Doctor Part 2

PLAYING with DOCTOR

As I was getting in my truck, I got a text message from an unfamiliar number. ‘How was she? Can’t wait to meet you.’ was all it said.

I sent a text back, ‘Who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me?’

‘This is Glen. Right?’ was the reply.

‘Yes, So you know me… Toni?’

‘Correct! You got me on the first try.’

‘Where did you get my number?’

‘Amy and I share everything. An I mean EVERYTHING.’

‘Right. Where did you get my number?’

‘I told you. I know her access code and I looked up recent calls. Put 2 and 2 together and came up with you.’

‘So. What do you want, really?’

‘To get to the man my best girlfriend deems good enough to have sex with.’

‘How do you know we had sex?’

‘I know. She does have a yammi full of joy juice now… Doesn’t she?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Quit lying!’

‘She may have douched it out by now.’

‘So you DID fuck her!’

‘Maybe.’

‘She has never been so hot for anyone since I met her. Not even me. 🙁 ‘

‘How hot?’

‘I have never seen her cum so hard as she did last night.’

‘What has that got to do with me?’

‘She was a woman possessed after she read your stories. I’ve never had it so good.’

‘So you came hard too?’

‘Fuckin’ AY!’

‘Here she comes… I gotta go.’

‘Wait! No!’

“What’s happening Glen?” Amy asked as she approached my truck and opened the driver’s door.

“Just having a text conversation,” I answered.

“Let me guess. You’re talking with Toni?”

“Uh… Yes.” She snatched my phone from my hand and read our conversation.

“That BITCH!” she spit.

‘Glen, are you there?’ was the last received message.

‘No you BITCH. GLEN IS DEAD!’ Amy wrote on my phone.

‘Amy?’

‘Who else? You’re gonna get it when I get home!’

“Lucky girl,” I said reading over Amy’s shoulder. Amy hit me hard on the shoulder. “Ow!” I yelled.

“What? You pussy! Wait… Let me see your shoulder.” I pulled my shirt off to show her the bite marks she left on it. “Oh… My… GAWD!” she giggled. “Oh… You are so good.”

“I am so good?” I questioned. “How could I bite myself on the shoulder?”

“No,” she smiled. “You are so good… to make me bite you that hard. Let me see your back.” I turned so she could see my back. “Zeusy… Joo got some splainin’ to do.” Amy said in her best Ricky Ricardo voice.

“Shouldn’t that be, Lucy?”

“No. Lucy is a woman. Zeus is a god. You are my god. My love god.”

“Ha…Please,” I snorted. “Far from a god.” I looked away for a second, and with good timing. “Get your hip waders on. We are in deep shit.”

“Wha… Oh… That would be… Your wife, eh? She looks pissed. I am outta here.”

“Coward,” I laughed.

“I will call you.” She jumped up on the running board of my truck and gave me a quick kiss. “I promise, I will call you.” She gave me another, much deeper kiss, then took off toward her car.

“Just what the fuck is going on here?” my wife, Jackie, screamed as she flew out of her barely parked car.

“Hi. Just talking with Amy,” I said.

“With your shirt off? And where did that bite mark come from?”

“Don’t forget the claw marks on my back,” I said with a smart-ass tone.

“That fucking slut!” Jackie yelled.

“Now hold on! She is not a fucking slut!” I snapped at her. “She doesn’t have much experience with men.” I guessed at that last statement. I just really didn’t know how much experience she actually had. But as tight as her pussy was, I’d have bet my guess was accurate.

“Well, she put on one hell of a show then. You aren’t good enough to cause a woman to claw your back and bite you like that!”

“How would you know? You haven’t let me touch you in ages. And when you did, you were so stiff it was like fucking a corpse after rigor mortise had set in!”

“Well you are never going to touch another woman again. Your sex life is over! You are on the couch from now on.”

“No… I am GONE!” I said. “I am going to come get some of my things; a few changes of clothes and get a room at one of those ‘pay by the week’ fleabag motels.” Jackie didn’t say another word. She got in her car and tore away from the clinic.

I went to the house and packed all the clothes I could get into three over-sized suitcases. “I will be back for the rest of my stuff when I get a more permanent place,” I said as I headed for the door.

“Who is cooking supper?” asked my 23 year old son.

“Are you serious? Are you FUCKING SERIOUS?” I shouted in his face. “Get your MOTHER TO FUCKING DO IT!” I turned and left.

I had just pulled onto the highway heading east out of town, when my phone rang. I pulled to the side of the road and answered it. “Hello.”

“Hi, Honey.” the voice said. It was obviously Amy. “How did it go?”

“Not good,” I said. “We argued in the parking lot. I told her I was leaving. Then went to the house packed some things and left. I owe my son a heart felt apology. I blew up at him for no reason. I will call him tomorrow, after things have cooled down a little.”
“Where are you going to stay?”

“At JeffersInn, I guess. They have weekly rates.”

“That roach motel?” she yelled. “I think not. Give me a little bit. My uncle owns Centennial Inn. I’ll try to get you a good deal. My uncle loves me. I’ll let you go for a minute, then call you back.” The line went silent.

I got back on the highway headed for wherever. I may have gone a mile when my phone rang again. “Hello.”

“Hi, Honey. It’s me again. Didn’t I tell you I would call? Anyway… I talked to my uncle. He will let you have a room for four hundred dollars a month. Maid service will only clean once a week. “

“Thank you Sweetheart,” I said sadly.

“You know where Centennial Inn is, don’t you?”

“Yes, just around the corner from the fleabags.

“Exactly,” she giggled. “By the way, the first month is already taken care of.”

“Amy. You didn’t need to…”

“Yes I did. I feel responsible for you being there.”

“How are you responsible?”

“I kissed you… twice when I saw your wife coming down the street.”

“Oh and I am powerless to stop you?”

“Precisely,” she giggled again. “But seriously. I felt at least partly responsible. Let me do this for you. Please?”

“I will find some way to pay you back.”

“Damn straight you will. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Staying in and licking my wounds. Probably.”,

“Can I help?”

“Sure. I’ll order room service.”

“Prime rib. Broccoli. Rare on the Prime.”

“Okay, Prime Rib and broccoli. What time?”

“Shoot for 7:00,” Amy suggested. “I will try to be early.”

“Excellent. Now, one question. Do I need to worry about your uncle accepting me? He won’t try anything with you will he?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh, hell no. He’s gay. You, on the other hand. I would be very careful around him.”

“Serious?”

“Hee. Hee. Hee,” she chuckled . “No. He’s in a very committed relationship. Besides, you are not his type.”

“His type?”

“Yeah. You are a He-Man. Masculine. Bearded. Tattoos. A man’s man. He goes for the girly-man, bitch, flamboyant, fag type.”

“I will keep that in mind,” I laughed.

“So… What do you want me to wear tomorrow, Honey?” she said, changing the subject.

“Depends. Are we going out, or staying in? If we go out, where?”

“I’ll tell you what. I will decide when I get dressed, then I will surprise you.”

“Fair enough.” I checked my rear view mirror just in time to see a Highway Patrolman pull up behind me. “Oh shit. Five-O. I will have to let you go for now. Talk to you when I get settled?”

“Sounds good. Kisses, Honey.”

The patrolman stepped up to my window, I rolled it down. “Hi officer. How are you today?”

“I am good. How are you doing? Having problems?”

“No sir,” I smiled. “I pulled over to take a phone call. I like to set a good example for the other morons… excuse me… motorists on the road.”

“Are you done with the call?” he asked.

“Yes, I am. Just finished.”

“Very well. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you sir. You have a great evening as well.” He returned to his cruiser, and talked on his radio momentarily. I put my truck in gear, and eased back onto the highway. I pulled into the parking lot of the Centennial Inn about fifteen minutes later. There weren’t many cars in the lot. I grabbed two of the suitcases out of the back of the truck and headed inside to check in. I set the case down and quickly went and got the remaining one.

I stepped up to the desk and the clerk asked, “Would you be Glen Higgins?”

“Yes,” I said, somewhat taken aback. “How’d you know who I am?”

“Good guess. We have the room ready for you. The bill is taken care of for the next month.”

“That’s what she tells me,” I said.

“She? Would ‘SHE’ be Amy Paul?”

“Why… Yes.”

“Her uncle owns the motel as you may already know.