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and when he handed back my license, he asked, “What’s your phone number, Auggie?”
    “Are you supposed to ask that?” I questioned him suspiciously.
    “Well, technically no, but then technically, I should be writing you out a big fat ticket and you’d have to come to court to straighten it out,” he speculated, lifting his aviators and placing one hand on the roof of the car.
    “Jesus, is the world full of opportunistic assholes?” I blurted out.
    “What’s that?” Todd’s face wasn’t pleased.
    I remembered the better part of valor and offered up a peace treaty. “I’m sorry, Todd. It’s just been a lousy day and something you said reminded me of another incident earlier. Had nothing to do with you. Sure, here’s my phone number. Call me and we’ll get together sometime.” I offered him my number written on the torn off flap of an envelope.
    He seemed appeased and was generous enough to smile. Patting the bottom of my open window, he said, “Keep the speed down, Auggie,” and backed off, returning to his squad car.
    This whole thing just lit me up even more and if Dr. Worthington LaViere had been in the passenger seat, I would have stabbed him in his crotch with my pen!
    I wasn’t much calmer by the time I reached home, but I had come to a decision. If I screwed with LaViere, he’d be taken off my case and I’d be stuck with the undoubtedly horrid Dr. Jervis. I realized if I showed up for my next scheduled appointment, I could tell him a thing or two, maybe even feed him some bullshit, and he’d learn his lesson. Yes, indeed, this was definitely better handled personally. My green eyes were full of vengeance, as they were intended to be.

C HAPTER N INE
    Auggie
    I took a long time getting dressed for my appointment with LaViere. I tucked up my hair into a French twist and added a couple of diamond-studded hairpins for effect. I applied subtle make-up and pulled on a velvet, cream-color mini skirt with a deeply-cut, hunter green top that accented my eyes. Matching studs went into my ears and I was ready to go.
    “Why are you all dressed up?” Mother asked as she passed me in the hallway.
    “Thought I’d make a better impression this time,” I said truthfully.
    “Very good, Auggie,” she approved in a happy voice. It was so easy to manipulate her.
    I was early for the appointment and sat in the waiting room leafing through Kentucky Thoroughbred, one of my favorite magazines, although I’d already read this issue. I had a subscription.
    When he finally opened the door and waved me in, I pasted on a phony sweet smile and went to sit in the same chair as before, except this time I turned it around to face him.
    “Miss Auggie, how are we today?” he began, smiling.
    I bit my lip to avoid a sarcastic comeback. This hand would have to be carefully played.
    “I’ve given a lot of thought to our first meeting, you know,” I began.
    “Is that so?”
    “Oh, yes… I can see that I was being entirely unfair to Eric by calling off our impending engagement. It’s not his fault that he’s gay, after all.” I waited for his reaction.
    He didn’t disappoint. “I see. So you’ve decided you’d rather be half of something that swings both ways than to wait for the right man?” He was trying to be a doctor, but I heard something else in his voice.
    “Yes. You see, I decided that my first love is actually Carlos. That’s my horse.” I paused and he nodded. “If Eric were totally involved with my life, well, he’d frown upon the amount of time I go riding. So, in retrospect, if he has, let’s say, other interests, that leaves me more time to be with Carlos.”
    He was sitting opposite me, his hands pressed together in a tent-like position and the look on his face was thoughtful.
    “I see. What if Eric were to approach you and ask whether you’d be willing to, well, let’s say, ménage a trois? The three of you in the wedding bed? What would you say to that? Could you be with, what was his