dr. beech is a professional man: his handshake and his assistant. the strategy to put me at ease is transparent but i am grateful for it. he chats politics with her behind me and they chuckle lightly as i wait with my pants down: tissue on leather. and i observe the work almost detached.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
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