Miss Hooker and Dr. Hammer

"Hey there!"

Gunnar was impressed as he entered the reception area of the Butcher Employment Agency. The place seemed bigger and cheerier than before -- and the secretary saying "Hey there!" at him was one busty and altogether well-built babe. Her evening gown seemed ostentatiously inappropriate for office work -- not that he really minded, especially the way it blatantly showcased her exposed bulging cleavage.

"So good to see you, Mr. Hart!" She recognized him!? "I'll let your agent know you've arrived."

He barely had to wait one minute. His agent was crisply and rather conservatively dressed, her skirt hiding her thighs and her jacket covering everything, yet there was no completely hiding so wildly curvaceous a body. He struggled to lift his gaze from the massive wedge of bosom packed into crisp white fabric, the better to look into the large dazzling blue eyes and no less dazzling big white smile.

"Mr. Hart, hello! I'm Miss Hooker! Come with me please."

Gunnar happily followed Miss Hooker's high pert twitching rump into her office. He was finding it awfully difficult to concentrate on his serious predicament. "So," he wondered, "is there anything similar to my old job that I can get right into?"

She sighed. "Your particular job market is very tight. It's not only unfair that they fired you, it's extremely inconvenient. In fact, Mr. Hart, if you don't mind my saying so -- you may want to consider a radical career change."

"To what?"

"To something that has much more to do with what you really want out of life."

Gunnar was impressed. At long last, someone was saying what he had always thought. Still, was there a job in it?

Miss Hooker looked at a folder. "I took the liberty of accessing your Purple Scimitar files -- "

"My what?"

"Your files. All part of your Purple Scimitar health insurance. You do have a Purple Scimitar card, don't you?"

He nearly laughed. "Let's just see." It all sounded silly. He hunted through his wallet for his Blue Cross card --

-- and withdrew the highly similar Purple Scimitar card.

He stared. What had happened?

Then he remembered the voice -- and he also remembered idly wishing for a better health plan.

Had he just now wished this new card into being?

"It look like you do," said Miss Hooker. "Anyhow, if you don't mind, I would like to discuss something quite special with you." She got on her intercom. "Please send in -- Dr. Hammer."