Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?” “Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.” “So, what next?” “Well, the KY was a s...
Tilda was feeling uncomfortable. She was usually uncomfortable in a doctor's waiting room, but today it was worse. Perhaps it was for the best that her usual gynaecologist was away at a conference. It would have been worse to explain her situation to poor...
The next day my shift started in the early afternoon with attending a team meeting with the concierge and a few of the reception staff. I must admit, I had a difficult time concentrating on the topics of the meeting since the last night had been quite eve...
Mr Jones’ list had been mostly uneventful. I guessed it was more a reason to talk to me and give me a reason to call him back, than something he really needed my help with. I had mostly relayed the information to others, having them run the errands or pre...
It had been a few days since Ruby’s and my little escapades. She had helped me release some of that sexual tension that had been building up inside me. But I had to admit, Mr. Jones was still getting to me. Don’t be fooled, I knew full well that Jones was...
Voices get to me. I have a thing for voices, always did. You can be dead ugly, if there’s a certain timbre in your voice, I can see your beauty. Usually, my thing for voices helps me in my job, but sometimes it gets in the way. On both ends of the spectru...
