is Gabrielle King.”
Ignoring Gabrielle, she kept her focus on Jonathan. “Please call me Sandra and its Miss,” she said deepening her voice to a sexy alto and tossing long black hair with light golden streaks blended throughout, over her shoulders.
Gabrielle placed her hands inside the pockets of her lab coat and remained silent.
She knew a phony when she saw one and this woman had phony written all over her.
The strong scent of her perfume was enough to choke an elephant and the length of her fake hair could swing monkeys from tree to tree, spaced miles apart. But, most of all, she observed Jonathan’s body reactions. He was obviously enjoying the gratitude the smelly woman with the velvety mocha skin, was showering over him.
“I’m Jonathan but I’m sure Amira remembers my name.”
The hospital representative witnessed the strange vibrations settling in the room and said. “Well, we should get going and let Mr. DeMinico and Ms. King go back to what they were doing.”
“Of course,” Sandra said reaching inside her purse. “Jonathan, I would love to take you to dinner once you’re feeling able and if you are available—I wouldn’t want to step on a Mrs. DeMinico’s toes.”
He stammered before answering with Gabrielle standing so close. He had flirted with her earlier and it was obvious Sandra was doing the same to him. If he played into the temptations of Sandra, he would come off as the womanizer he’d been tagged by his friends. “Um, no I’m not married and the sweater is enough. You don’t have to do a dinner,” he managed to squeak from his parched lips.
She handed him a business card running her tongue across her heavily painted red lips. “If you change your mind about dinner let me know. Either way, Amira and I would love to keep in touch with you. My information is on the card.”
He took the card between his fingertips, holding it like it was contaminated.
“Sure, Amira can have a tour of the fire station if she wants; just call my Lieutenant and he’ll set aside time for you to come by.”
The girl’s eyes lit up instantly. “Mom, can we go today!”
“Amira, wouldn’t it be more fun to do it when Jonathan is back at work? Why don’t we wait for him to return to the fire station before we do the tour?”
Gabrielle rolled her eyes wishing the woman with the wide hips and big breasts would take her cute little kid and exit the room. She could not understand the aggravation she was having with their presence considering she’d only met Jonathan a few hours earlier.
Sandra reveled in the displeasure plastered on the therapist’s face and decided to work her dander even more. “Okay, honey, give Jonathan a hug. We should go and let him rest; we’ll come back tomorrow and visit with him for a while.”
Jonathan braced for the pain, but was surprised Amira’s hug was gentle and did not hurt when she squeezed her arms around his neck. “Thank you for the sweater, Amira; I love it.”
Next Sandra came over to him. The fleshy portion of her double-D breasts shook like jelly and spilled further over the top of her dress when she bent down to hug him.
Even though he had the oxygen nose tube inserted, her strong perfume penetrated his nasal passages sending a searing burn down his sensitive throat; forcing him to wheeze severely.
Gabrielle moved the woman away as she came from the side of the bed to help him. “Please move away from him. Your perfume is causing this to happen.”
The hospital representative ushered the visitors from the room, saying, “I’ll send in the nurse.”
“Just get her out of here!” She said filling a syringe with heparin.”
Chapter Two
Jonathan flipped through the limited channels on the television. He was tired of watching food shows, talk shows and health shows dealing with acute and chronic illnesses. Clicking it off, he opened the Men’s fitness magazine lying on the tray table next to his plate of uneaten food. Five days of
Ignoring Gabrielle, she kept her focus on Jonathan. “Please call me Sandra and its Miss,” she said deepening her voice to a sexy alto and tossing long black hair with light golden streaks blended throughout, over her shoulders.
Gabrielle placed her hands inside the pockets of her lab coat and remained silent.
She knew a phony when she saw one and this woman had phony written all over her.
The strong scent of her perfume was enough to choke an elephant and the length of her fake hair could swing monkeys from tree to tree, spaced miles apart. But, most of all, she observed Jonathan’s body reactions. He was obviously enjoying the gratitude the smelly woman with the velvety mocha skin, was showering over him.
“I’m Jonathan but I’m sure Amira remembers my name.”
The hospital representative witnessed the strange vibrations settling in the room and said. “Well, we should get going and let Mr. DeMinico and Ms. King go back to what they were doing.”
“Of course,” Sandra said reaching inside her purse. “Jonathan, I would love to take you to dinner once you’re feeling able and if you are available—I wouldn’t want to step on a Mrs. DeMinico’s toes.”
He stammered before answering with Gabrielle standing so close. He had flirted with her earlier and it was obvious Sandra was doing the same to him. If he played into the temptations of Sandra, he would come off as the womanizer he’d been tagged by his friends. “Um, no I’m not married and the sweater is enough. You don’t have to do a dinner,” he managed to squeak from his parched lips.
She handed him a business card running her tongue across her heavily painted red lips. “If you change your mind about dinner let me know. Either way, Amira and I would love to keep in touch with you. My information is on the card.”
He took the card between his fingertips, holding it like it was contaminated.
“Sure, Amira can have a tour of the fire station if she wants; just call my Lieutenant and he’ll set aside time for you to come by.”
The girl’s eyes lit up instantly. “Mom, can we go today!”
“Amira, wouldn’t it be more fun to do it when Jonathan is back at work? Why don’t we wait for him to return to the fire station before we do the tour?”
Gabrielle rolled her eyes wishing the woman with the wide hips and big breasts would take her cute little kid and exit the room. She could not understand the aggravation she was having with their presence considering she’d only met Jonathan a few hours earlier.
Sandra reveled in the displeasure plastered on the therapist’s face and decided to work her dander even more. “Okay, honey, give Jonathan a hug. We should go and let him rest; we’ll come back tomorrow and visit with him for a while.”
Jonathan braced for the pain, but was surprised Amira’s hug was gentle and did not hurt when she squeezed her arms around his neck. “Thank you for the sweater, Amira; I love it.”
Next Sandra came over to him. The fleshy portion of her double-D breasts shook like jelly and spilled further over the top of her dress when she bent down to hug him.
Even though he had the oxygen nose tube inserted, her strong perfume penetrated his nasal passages sending a searing burn down his sensitive throat; forcing him to wheeze severely.
Gabrielle moved the woman away as she came from the side of the bed to help him. “Please move away from him. Your perfume is causing this to happen.”
The hospital representative ushered the visitors from the room, saying, “I’ll send in the nurse.”
“Just get her out of here!” She said filling a syringe with heparin.”
Chapter Two
Jonathan flipped through the limited channels on the television. He was tired of watching food shows, talk shows and health shows dealing with acute and chronic illnesses. Clicking it off, he opened the Men’s fitness magazine lying on the tray table next to his plate of uneaten food. Five days of
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