Marie’s next question was thankfully cut off by a short, elvish looking receptionist. “Sid Harman...Sid Harman...you can come with me now.”
span class="italic">Thank heavens,</span> Sid thought, tossing the reading material aside to push his way through the women. As he did, the bulge at the front of his pants captured Marie’s gaze...and imagination.
Oh...I see...” she quietly said to herself, her eyes glued to Sid’s groin.
Wait up, Sid, I want to visit with the doctor,” Trish announced, making sure Sid and everyone else in the place could hear her.
Sid’s shoulders sagged, and his slender 125 pound frame slowed until Trish grabbed his arm and pushed him along, following the impish assistant through a pair of swinging doors.