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I was confused by the interaction.
“I love the confused look on your face. But just a reminder that I'm a gynecologist,” she explained, “meaning that almost all my patients are women. So, you don't have anything to be jealous about.”
She had caught me.
“I wasn't jealous,” I quickly defended. “I'm just here so you can show me what you want me to do.”
“That's the thing, I know your specialty isn't gynecology,” she said, “but if you want to watch, I don't think I have a problem. Maria, what about you?”
“Oh I don't mind,” Maria replied. “Most of my former gynecologists were male.”
“And there you have it,” Tabitha said. “Will you stay?”
“Fine.”
I had shot myself in the foot and was forced to deal with it. Because I had claimed that I wasn't jealous and only wanted to observe her work, I spent the day going from one hospital room to another with her.
She introduced me to some of her female patients, and I assisted in cases that were not major gynecology problems – headaches, malaria, and so on. It was a wonderful experience watching her work.
The women loved her and even consulted her on other things that weren’t related to medicine. It was easy to tell that she loved her job.
“I guess that's all of it,” she said as she stretched her body.
The dress was still rolled up.
“Don't you think that's enough for now?” I asked.
“But I thought you said it was okay as long as I was comfortable?” she queried. “What's making you change your mind?”
“Nothing is. I don't really care,” I said and frowned.
We were at the front desk and the men exiting and entering the building were staring at her.
“Maybe you should go back to the office for now,” I suggested. “You've had a long day.”
“I guess you're right but I'm waiting for someone,” she replied. “He'll be here soon.”
“He?”
“Just an old friend I haven't seen in a while,” she answered.
“Do you have friends?”
“Knock it off. Not everyone is as lucky as you,” she said. “I bet you all you have to do is breathe and watch friends appear.”
“Like you couldn't do the same thing if you wanted to,” I snickered.
“Tabitha, my mistress!” someone announced.
He was 5’11 – relatively short to me. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and gave off a chaotic golden retriever energy. He embraced Tabitha and lifted her from the floor while she cackled and screamed.
“Jerry, put me down,” she demanded as he spun her in the air, before finally returning her to the ground.
Jerry? Exception Jerry?
Chapter twelve
The Master of the Second Hill
