It was a warm day. As I lay on the couch a fan was blowing at the hem of my blue flowery dress. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I could smell his expensive musky aftershave as it pirouetted around my blushing face. He had smooth hands, a soft voice when he spoke. My heart was pounding in my chest. He was being gentle but I still didn’t know if it was going to hurt and tried to relax.
‘Everything is ok’ he said ‘I will see you in another six months you just need to make an appointment with the hygienist’
It was a good outcome my teeth have given me trouble for years but finally I had found a good dentist.
My dentist while being good at his job isn’t any oil painting so you probably guessed that in the first paragraph I used a little artistic licence. On the other hand his receptionist………..