Page 104 of Hello Doctor

I reached the front door and stood on the porch steps, seeing a massive, veiny, flesh-colored dildo suctioned to the hood of my truck like a damn unicorn horn.

Now my cheeks were feeling as hot as Brenda’s looked as I ran to the truck, pulling the toy from the hood. I almost gagged when I realized how warm and heavy the silicone felt in my hands.

Now I noticed a piece of paper tied around the base of the penis and flipped it over, reading it.

Seven inches. Extra girthy. Just like you wanted.

I didn’t even need to read the name to see who sent it.

Behind me, Brenda called, “Don’t worry about it, boss. It was probably some teenager.”

I gritted my teeth together. Some teenager indeed.

Standing in the parking lot, still holding the dildo, I sent a text to the culprit.

Fletcher: I hate you.

Seconds later, my phone chimed with his response.

Rhett: Told you I’d get you back.

So this was payback? Two could play that game.

Fletcher: Cool. Can’t wait to use this on your sister.

Rhett: Okay, now it’s really on.

Fletcher: That’s what she said.

I laughed out loud at my joke.

Rhett: You’re going to regret this.

Fletcher: Can’t hear you over your sister.

Rhett: Watch your back.

I knew he meant it.

51

Liv

Fletcher asked me to be ready for our date at six Friday night and to wear a dress. Maya and I spent an hour after she got out of school going through Henrietta’s closet and then Della’s closet, looking for something to wear.

We decided to go with this pretty blue velvet wrap dress Della had ordered online but didn’t fit her quite right. It fit me like a glove, and as I curled the last of my hair, I couldn’t believe how beautiful I looked out of my regular jeans and T-shirt combo.

It was nice to get all dolled up from time to time. Especially when I knew exactly how beautiful Fletcher thought I was. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about how hot repeating my best qualities to him was while his daughter was in the room, putting hair clips on her scrappy puppy dog.

“Did I miss anything in the back?” I asked her.

She got up from the floor, looking at the back of my head. Then she picked up a section of hair and passed it to me.

“Thank you.” I wrapped it around the barrel of the curling iron and held it for a moment. Once the curl held, I picked up the can of hair spray and doused my hair in the mist.

Maya waved her hand in front of her face. “Whydo you use so much?”

I laughed, misting some on her hair. “Because my hair can’t hold a curl to save its life. Are you excited to hang out with Grampy tonight?”

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