"You are sooo Back A&^wards every day. You

"You are sooo Back A&^wards every day. You always get up fully dressed, but by the time you hit the living room your clothes are off, and you sitting in front of

your children, recite all the dialogue from Pirates of the Caribbean ride. That is sick and that is why you will receive the treatments. Sit in this dentist chair and lean back.

take care of those pretty molars." She turned toward the drill rack. I wasn't looking, but I was pretty sure she slipped on something. After a sickening crack, I called out, "Doc?"

My dentist came back in, scantily clad in a skin-tight dress that left little to the imagination. "Such pretty molars" she whispered as she looked deep into my

facial orifice. She gently massaged my swollen gums. "I know what you want," my sexy dentist murmured. "I know what you need." I couldn't speak. She showed me her drill.

She plucked the cotton from between my cheeks. 'Wait,' I said. 'Leave them in.' My sexy dentist swooned, and the drill whirled to life. But then I thought about the worst possible

way to have your teeth corrected – and it was with a drill running all by itself! I tried to get up from the seat, but that hot stuff dentist had agreed to handcuff me.

"Ah, Ah, AH. AH!" I moaned, trying to tell Dentist Hottie that it hurt and I wanted to be uncuffed from the chair. "NO! You must have your teeth corrected and

for the love of all things holy, will you PLEASE floss your teeth?" I looked Doctor Hottie in the eye as he held the key to my chains in his hand. "I will." And thus was I freed.