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The Master and His Nursemaid
Chapter 2.A
Nest
With that Dr. B kissed her and told her she had the day off. The intern discharged him and wobbly he walked out. He was dis-sheveled and she walked him to her car.
He sat in the passenger seat as she fiddled looking for her keys. Dr. B before she set out ran up to her with a bag from the noir chat café.
She glanced into bag. It was her favorite espresso chocolate cake. He smiled as her face lit up. Then he kissed her deeply. J. sneered in disgust.
He smiled beaming bright she giggled like a school girl. Tomorrow night he was going to take her out. He then left waving goodbye.
Dr. B was truly a good man. She turned back to the car. J looked at her with disdain. She got in and set the cake on her lap. She ignited the car and J. only glared at her. They drove off it was getting dark. He glared at her as she drove. She felt he was staring to her core. She pulled up to a McDonald’s; she didn’t feel like making dinner he only snorted in response.
She pulled into the drive through. “What would you like?” she asked.
“Water.” He only croaked.
She ordered a small dollar sandwich and a diet coke. She parked to nibble on it. Every little moment he studied her. Every little bite all he can think is salt and preservatives.
He sipped his water in contemplation. Then with out warning he took the bag with the fancy cake and hastily threw it out the window. Completely ruining the cake.
She stared at him in shock. He smirked contemptuously. She wanted to cry because that was her favorite cake, yet she instinctively knew that is what he wanted. Instead she finished her sandwich and drove off.
In about 15 minutes they were on the outskirts of town; near the rural areas of town. Then 10 minutes more she arrived at her house. It was a late Victorian. Dark mint green exterior. Surrounded by fields.
It was a little worn by time but cozy. She got it basically as a steal as no one wanted to live in the middle of nowhere. Especially when the previous owners moved out because of a troublesome cow.
She got his bag and her purse and walked into the porch. Then she walked back to the car and with some difficulty walked him to the front door. He was wobbly as she walked. She almost stumbled twice. He was heavy and he struggled as well. The pain in his head made every movement difficult. Then finally she got the front door.
Just beyond the front door she heard the frantic cries of her cat. Alfred. Alfred the fat spoiled orange tabby cried his heart out as soon as he sensed her presence.
She struggled as she opened the door J. was leaning on her; then she was greeted to wide eyed Alfred...
Nest
With that Dr. B kissed her and told her she had the day off. The intern discharged him and wobbly he walked out. He was dis-sheveled and she walked him to her car.
He sat in the passenger seat as she fiddled looking for her keys. Dr. B before she set out ran up to her with a bag from the noir chat café.
She glanced into bag. It was her favorite espresso chocolate cake. He smiled as her face lit up. Then he kissed her deeply. J. sneered in disgust.
He smiled beaming bright she giggled like a school girl. Tomorrow night he was going to take her out. He then left waving goodbye.
Dr. B was truly a good man. She turned back to the car. J looked at her with disdain. She got in and set the cake on her lap. She ignited the car and J. only glared at her. They drove off it was getting dark. He glared at her as she drove. She felt he was staring to her core. She pulled up to a McDonald’s; she didn’t feel like making dinner he only snorted in response.
She pulled into the drive through. “What would you like?” she asked.
“Water.” He only croaked.
She ordered a small dollar sandwich and a diet coke. She parked to nibble on it. Every little moment he studied her. Every little bite all he can think is salt and preservatives.
He sipped his water in contemplation. Then with out warning he took the bag with the fancy cake and hastily threw it out the window. Completely ruining the cake.
She stared at him in shock. He smirked contemptuously. She wanted to cry because that was her favorite cake, yet she instinctively knew that is what he wanted. Instead she finished her sandwich and drove off.
In about 15 minutes they were on the outskirts of town; near the rural areas of town. Then 10 minutes more she arrived at her house. It was a late Victorian. Dark mint green exterior. Surrounded by fields.
It was a little worn by time but cozy. She got it basically as a steal as no one wanted to live in the middle of nowhere. Especially when the previous owners moved out because of a troublesome cow.
She got his bag and her purse and walked into the porch. Then she walked back to the car and with some difficulty walked him to the front door. He was wobbly as she walked. She almost stumbled twice. He was heavy and he struggled as well. The pain in his head made every movement difficult. Then finally she got the front door.
Just beyond the front door she heard the frantic cries of her cat. Alfred. Alfred the fat spoiled orange tabby cried his heart out as soon as he sensed her presence.
She struggled as she opened the door J. was leaning on her; then she was greeted to wide eyed Alfred...
