When I go to the dentist, I get a good cleaning from the hygenist (Haaay, Lindsey!)... sometimes x-rays... and a quick check up from the dentist. In the bajillion years I've gone to the dentist, he's not once offered me wine and a foot massage.
What?
Perhaps he was implementing this business model:
What?
Perhaps he was implementing this business model:
The "victim" claims she began to feel pain after she consented to the massage. She went to the hospital for further evaluation. Medical professionals there told her she had an abscess.
"He was giving me a foot massage. I didn't see him change gloves so like your hands are in my mouth now my whole mouth is infected."
"He was giving me a foot massage. I didn't see him change gloves so like your hands are in my mouth now my whole mouth is infected."
Okay... You could've said "no". Right? Or were you strapped in that chair (wink, wink)
So, I've got more questions than answers here:
1. You called your husband and told him what was up. He thought it was weird. Yet, you stayed.
2. Are you sure his hands were in your mouth?
3. How funky are your feet that your fillings melted?
P.S. You're supposed to gargle with Listerine, not with a pair of "hairy raisins."
So, I've got more questions than answers here:
1. You called your husband and told him what was up. He thought it was weird. Yet, you stayed.
2. Are you sure his hands were in your mouth?
3. How funky are your feet that your fillings melted?
P.S. You're supposed to gargle with Listerine, not with a pair of "hairy raisins."
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