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Or so I try to convince myself while finally clicking on his message.

Him:Hello, Temptation. I'd just like to confirm something about our upcoming consultation.

Me:Of course, Doctor.

Him:Will this be about your pre-existing condition?

Me:Yes, Doctor.

Him:Then I think we have a problem.

My brows shoot up.

Me:What problem?

Him:Your symptoms shouldn't have recurred this soon after treatment.

Me:Oh no. What does that mean?

Him:I'm sorry to say this, but you might have an addiction, Temptation.

Me:An addiction?! How can that be, Doctor?

Him:My treatments can be all too effective, and so it's been known to make some patients seek them even when they are no longer ill.

I can't help rolling my eyes even as my lips do their valiant best to ward off a smile. He's basically saying he's a sex god, isn't he?

Me:I don't think I'm addicted, Doctor.

Him:Then that's worse.

Me:What?! Why?!

Him:It's also possible that your body has developed an immunity to my current treatment, which would then leave us with one last recourse.

My heart starts banging against my chest as I type my next reply.

Me:And what's that?

Him:A patented liquid medication, to be injected directly into your uterus.

I end up choking as soon as I read his words, which causes the other kids to look my way.

Damn you, Dr. Somebody.

Why did he have to be so, um, creative in his way of saying he intends to cum inside of me?

Me:That sounds scary, Doctor.

Him:I know it does, but trust me. The whole procedure has been clinically tested and proven safe and effective.

Him:I do have to warn you, though. As the instrument I'll be using is approximately thirteen inches long—-

Is he saying his dick isovera foot long?

Yeah, boy.

I mean,yeah right!

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