No one likes a hairy bitch...

"...Thank you, doctor," the woman said with a smile as Jim smiled and nodded at the young girl who was putting her gown back on and slid onto the bed. "I don't know what I would've done, her doctor's out and the OB-GYN that we were going to was out."

He nodded and motioned for the girl to relax, being gentle in his handling of the examination and with a simple routine that took all of 5 minutes, he had the girl's information up on the monitor. "We'll get this reviewed and my nurse will get the results to you as soon as the results are in, okay?" The mother thanked him again before he stepped out of the room, pausing to stretch, before he turned and walked back to the office where the nurses were waiting. "Get this test done and let me know when the results come back in. Shouldn't be too long."

With that, he walked to his desk and plopped the pad onto the table before collapsing into the seat and rubbed his head slowly. "Damn great time for them to shut down the clinic," he mused but then just shrugged and looked off to the side where the list of patients they had seen slowly refreshed to show three more names added. He would've screamed but instead just turned his attention to the questionnaire that sat next to his coffee, now ice cold. It took him a few minutes to warm up another cup and after he sat back down and ignored the monitor to his left, pulled the papers up and read the next question.

14.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU SHAVE?

It took Jim all of a few seconds to look at his legs and then laughed before picking up a pen. Yes, no one likes a hairy bitch... He put the pen back down and stretched before he looked up at the doorway and the clock. "Damn, only 5 more hours to go..." he sighed and picked up the pad before placing the questionnaire back down on the table.

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Teresa was still at the gym when Jim got back to the house, figuring that he had some time to kill before his girlfriend got back. He was glad that she had made some good friends at the gym, often complaining about not having someone to work out with at the place. Jim went every weekend with her, mostly to work on stretching and cardio, Teresa was often on the side with the guys working and lifting weights. He often laughed at the image of her being a muscle-bound freak but there was definitely no denying the exercise helped in one regard: her arms and strength were great to holding him down for sex.

He had changed into a white top and blue shorts, a cleaning outfit that he often wore when it was hot, and soon he had spent over an hour sorting laundry and getting the rest of the bathroom cleaned and ready for them to use again. It was still hot in the bathroom when he finished and the last place was the shower. By the time he was getting things done, Teresa had come in to the room and he smiled, taking enjoyment at the sight of his girlfriend standing there, the workouts clearly paying off with her arms becoming more pronounced.

"Like what you see, babe?" she whispered, returning his smile. For his part, Jim just playfully cocked his hip to the side and tilted his head as if to think about that for a moment...

Teresa laughed and was about to join him in the shower when his phone rang. With a sigh and an eye-roll, she gave him a kiss and winked. "Raincheck?"

Jim just sighed and laughed as he patted her on the ass and said to be "a good little boy". Teresa just laughed and walked out of the room, leaving Jim looking at the shower and the sweat on his neck. "Shouldn't let this shower go to waste," he mused before he reached out and grabbed the showerhead.

15.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU USE PADS OR TAMPON?