Maybe it was a Tuesday, I don’t remember. I was scheduled early that day. I spent most of the morning idly waiting for a patient to come out of surgery. It was quiet around there—not the usual hustle of Pre op. Dr. Shah, the anesthesiologist also was hanging around his office on his phone playing candy crush or something. I walked by his office and casually glanced over to see if he was there. My heart leapt a little when I saw him. I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a fun day at the surgery center!
Dr. Shah and I had met the week before at the lake house where he docks his boat. I had been looking forward to boating but the battery was dead. It was August and still very hot in TX. He had specifically asked me to wear a smaller bikini. I obliged him in my one-size-too-small emerald green string bikini. You know the ones that tie on the side. Now that we couldn’t boat we opted to float on the Lilly pad that was tied to the side of the dock. We drank margaritas and I listened to too many stories of nostalgia. After the second drink and third story he started a fourth. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled him to me and kissed him-mostly to shut him up. In between alternating kisses, I told him there would be no more stories. Pretty sure that embarrassed him a bit but I figured a tongue in his mouth and my wet body pressing up to his would soften the blow. And I was right. Forgiven.