The Dentist


    "Who's next, Sunnie?"
    "A Mrs. Page, she's a new patient," Sunnie Muren said, then glanced at the clock. "She comes in at 2:00 o'clock, doctor."
    "So?" Doctor Jim Hyde said as he tossed his used dental tools into the stainless steal sink. They would be sterilized in the autoclave later. He washed his hands and turned to face his assistant.
    "I leave at noon today, did you forget?"
    "Yes, I did. See if she minds not having a female nurse present. Most don't care one way or the other."
    "They obviously don't know you," Sunnie giggled.
    "True. Give her a call now."
    "Yes, Doctor," Sunnie said, picking up the phone.
    "She doesn't mind. And get this," Sunnie said with a twisted smile, "she wants to be sedated."
    "I don't think that's wise."
    "Normally I'd heartily agree, but I remember her, I talked to her before. She wouldn't even make an appointment until I told her you have sedation on hand."
    "Well I'm not exactly a sex maniac, I can get all I need from conscious women."
    "You certainly do. It's a good thing that you take home a doctor's salary, otherwise you couldn't afford them."
    "Hey, I don't pay for it."
    "The hell you don't. I paid the bills for that redhead you dated, Miss Baylor."
    "What bills?"
    "Taxi, dinner at Andre's seven night in a row, a charity dinner at the playhouse for 100 dollars per plate... should I go on."
    "No, I get the picture. But I'm worried about a general sedation, there should be three people present."
    "I'm sorry, but I can't get out of this. School play. I would recommend that your rape the hell out of this patient, then get sued. It would be cheaper than most of your dates."
    "Don't you have somewhere to go?"
    "I'm going. Have fun," Sunnie said, grabbing her purse and pushing through the glass door.
    Dr. Hyde puttered around the office, checked the mail in the cluster of white boxes on the corner, then sat and read a golf magazine. He got up in disgust and began putting his dental instruments in the metal tray used in the autoclave. He twisted lever and turned on the machine. He turned and looked at his offices. He had three treatment rooms, no waiting. He could prep two patients and work on a third.
    Also, Sunnie was more than qualified to do cleanings, so the three chairs were just what he needed. He was doing well. He was happy, Sunnie was happy, and the community was happy with the job he was doing. Of course it wasn't hard, when he had such a memorable name as Dr. Hyde, and his only competition was Dr. Willoway, aka "the butcher".
    The last thing he wanted to do was mess up his happy life with a law suit.
    "Doctor?"
    "Yes, miss..."
    "Mrs. Page, Anne Page. It's nice to meet you," she shook hands quickly. Dr. Hyde tried to shake off his astonishment and compose himself. Anne Page was one of the hottest blondes he had ever seen. She exemplified the word "cute". She wore her hair lose, it cascaded down her back and shoulders and shimmered when she moved. She was wearing a thin summer dress of a chiffon type material, that came down to just above her knees. Her slender legs ended in black high heeled shoes. He was stunned.
    "Sunnie said I could be sedated," Anne said quietly. "I'm afraid of dentists," she whispered.
    "Me too. Do you want to be aware of your surroundings, or wake up when it's through?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Half of his mind was screaming, "NO SEDATION", the other half was equally loud in proclaiming "GO FOR IT". He waited in horror, dreading the answer.
    "I don't want to feel a thing. Put me under and wake me when it's over," she said with a nervous smile.
    "Ver... very well," he stuttered.
    "Is that a problem?"
    "It's risky, without an assistant to monitor your vital signs, but if you don't mind, I can manage," he said airily.
    "Oh, wonderful," she gushed, laying a hand on his arm. He tried to smile, while escorting her to the chair.
    "Where does it hurt?" he asked, leaning her back in the chair and repositioning his light.
    "Right here," she pointed.
    "That would be the right upper molar, either the second or third," he said, looking closer.
    "Please, can you sedate me now. I'm very frightened."
    "Sure," He pulled the bottle of nitrous oxide closer, placed the mask over her face, and turned it on. She began to blink. He retrieved his stethoscope, parted the upper part of her blouse, and listened to her heart. When her eyes fluttered open he turned the gas up slightly. She was deeply sedated in seconds.
    "Well," Dr. Hyde said nervously. He looked up at the clock, then down at his patient, before turning quickly away. He took a paper bib and laid it over her chest, then retrieved his syringe which was prepared with pain killer. He hated to use it on a generally sedated patient, but it was better that way. In case she woke up, she would not be in pain. He hooked an aspirator to the corner of her mouth, opened it wide and began injecting sedative into the gums.
    Dr. Hyde smoothed out the filling with his pick. He laid his tools on the tray and surveyed his work, before pressing the stethoscope to her chest. She was breathing slowly and easily. Her heart was strong, if a bit sluggish. He had taken a calculated risk and won. The patient was safe and happy. Now if the board never found out about his little breach of procedure with the general sedation...
    Dr. Hyde watched the slow intake of breath. Her ample breasts rose and fell beneath the thin material of her dress. They looked soft and beautiful, he noticed, licking his lips. Hell, it wouldn't hurt to look. She would be out for at least 15 more minutes, if he'd read her vitals correctly.
    He went to the front door of his office and locked the front door. He took one last look around the rooms, and closed the door to Anne's room.
    "Well," he muttered. "What now?" He wiped his hands on his pants and advanced toward the sleeping woman. Shaking, he reached out and touched Anne's left breast. It was soft and pliable against his hand. Her flesh felt abnormally warm to his shaking fingers.
    He grew suddenly afraid. If those lovely blue eyes flew open his cushy lifestyle would end in disaster. It just wasn't worth it, he decided, withdrawing his hand.

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