- Lay back and spread your legs...

Working as a doctor in New York has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and incompetent colleagues who insist that I constantly fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've taken too many pap smears, performed even more "breast exams" and washed my hands several times. for plastic surgery operation. (Which would be fine if I were still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a damn GP...) When my team finally came to their senses last month and decided to hire someone competent in our practice, I was really excited. Until I realized that our new “doctor” turned out to be none other than the woman I was going to have dinner with two weeks ago. The same woman who left me with nothing more than "I can't talk to you anymore, I'm sorry" after we agreed to move from online conversations to real meetings. I haven't forgotten any of the dirty fantasies she told me and did not delete our vulgar correspondence. And if she thinks that I should act like a “professional” and pretend that all this crap never happened, then, alas, she will be disappointed...