Mith Twigwey?

The man’s brow furrowed with effort as he tried his simple best to follow her lead.

“Come on Daryn, repeat it after me. Presti. Pre-sti”

“P-p-p-p-p .. ces-ces-ces … pi!”, the unfortunate man finally spluttered.

Why were so many of her patients at the remedial English ward Collingwood supporters?
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“No, come on, one more time, just believe in yourself Daryn. Pre-sti … now say this bit quickly … giacomo!”

“Pres-pres-pres … ti … jacumo!”

The imbecile looked up at her with a huge smile on his face.

“Well done, Daryn! I think that’s been our best session yet,” she said encouragingly.

In reality, she was thanking her lucky stars – and she had a few – that she had only one more appointment for the day. She promised herself she’d hit the shops on Chapel Street after work, maybe put that stunning $1299 LBD she’d seen on Chris’s plastic. That was about the only thing of his that was reliably rigid these days.

“M-m-m-m-m … R-r-r-r-Rebecca … w-w-w-w-would you g-g-g-g … go out … with m-m-m-me one day?” Daryn spluttered.

She got this a lot and knew how to deal with it.

“Oh Daryn, thanks so much, that’s a lovely offer but I already have a boyfriend, you know that.”

Daryn trudged dejectedly out the door. As Rebecca waited for her next patient to come in, she found herself wondering about the size of Daryn’s manhood.

He was a little rough around the edges, but with a few of the $499 facial toning makeovers she got from Tyneece at the salon, he’d scrub up alright. He was young, had a nice body, and he’d certainly appreciate what a good thing he had in her. The hottest girl in Melbourne. No, scratch that, Victoria. Australia even. Oceania. The Southern Hemisphere! No, not the Southern hemisphere, there was probably some Argentinian bitch with big tits who was hotter than her. But Oceania anyway.

Before her reverie could continue any further, there was a light knock the door.

“Mith Twigwey?”

“Come in,” Rebecca replied.

She looked at the patient details. A woman called Caroline.