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Rook:
How did you graduate medical school?
Spencer:
I'm googling it…
Reed:
Kiss-Met is a dating service. And it's spooky. The CEO is Merlin or something.
Frost:
Is Merlin bangable?
Reed:
She's like 120.
Frost:
With age comes experienced wisdom.
Rook:
Please never reproduce.
Wells:
I'm sorry your mom got you entangled, Rook.
Knox Rook has left the chat.
Knox Rook has been added to the chat.
Rook:
I'm not entangled. Who keeps re-adding me to this thing.
Frost:
Entangled sounds promising. You should name her pussy the Trap.
Rook:
Which hospital are you operating at today?
Wells:
RUN FROST.
Benjamin Frost has left the chat.
I left the tree full of monkeys hanging in the chat, but I had to admit, it was amusing to reconnect with my residency fellows. Frost was going to get himself killed by someone’s furious lover if he wasn’t careful. Out of the five of us, he was the only one who had never failed to make time for his love life. I remembered Cal dating a bit during our residencies, but he had stopped after a few harrowing experiences with fellow doctors. I couldn’t blame him.
I’d always had short-term relationships with women as long as they understood my preferences. It was surprisingly easy to come across women who enjoyed being bound and pleasured—it kept the touching to a minimum and the fucking to a maximum. It had always worked perfectly for me. And even this week, I’d met a gorgeous, raven-haired bombshell who worked for the IT company that handled our hospital’s billing system. She’d given off obvious interested vibes as we’d interacted for a short time, and then I’d noticed the pin on her bag that depicted two wrists tied together. Bingo.
