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"Let's play Doctor." "Err.. Dr. Curleigh,

  • "Let's play Doctor." "Err.. Dr. Curleigh, You ARE my Doctor." "Well I want to be the patient this time. Here put on my smock & stethoscope." "Yes Dr...." "... and don't call me Dr.

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  • " "OK, do-" He shoved a speculum in my mouth. I spat it out. "OK so what seems to be the problem?" I said, wiping the KY jelly from my lips. My "patient" undressed & pointed to his

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  • crotch. "This area hurts, I need it massaged" he whined. I put on my gloves and moved toward his penis. As it hardened he reminded me of

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  • the small but proud statelet of San Marino. I took the plastic hammer fron my doctors play set and thwacked him between the eyes to test his reflexes. Boy could he move! His naked

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  • and lithe form danced in the moonlight. Some reflexes! Once he quieted, I gazed into his violet eyes and told him that there is no way we can extract the hamster. I'm sorry.

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  • Not the hamster. Not the gerbil. Not the muskrat. Not the meerkat. Nope: the whole lot of them were inextricable. He sighed, thanked her for her effort, and flipped her a silver

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  • dagger. A magic silver dagger. One she could use to escape from any inextricable situation. Too bad the hamster, gerbil, muskrat & meercat didn't have one. He went to China next.

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  • Soon he chased the dragon in a damp, musty opium den. He forgot all about "her" and developed jaundice. One of the dealers was an Imperial scribe who'd written many

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  • long-winded, maudlin and morose poems on the underside of his scrotum. "Where would a dragon hide inside an opium den?" he asked the Imperial scribe. "You mean Puff, the magic dra

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  • g queen? Have you tried the sack marked potatoes?" In the end, of course, there wasn't enough room to write "Fleas. Adam had 'em." Puff had the room, but didn't want to.

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