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Is this code for destroying your poor assistant’s pussy?

Text bubbles start and stop several times, making me snort in laughter. Maybe I should tease my father more about his sex life.It’s doing wonders for my mood today. I hardly ever get to tease him.

Sure we talk, but we’re both busy, and I walk around with a dark cloud over my head ninety percent of the time.

I think one of the only times I’ve felt anything other than annoyance is when I’m tutoring, because I actually want the people I’m helping to succeed. Otherwise, I’m so focused on what I’m doing, I walk around terrifying the people around me with my resting bitch face.

Dad:

Not today, son. I’m frustrated enough to fuck her face for hours though.

Turning on the car, I wonder which of his students managed to piss him off. Dad is usually pretty good with them, though his colleague leaving in the middle of the semester is rough for the department.

Leaving him to hisresearch, I decide to take advantage of my good mood. I have a few people I’m friendly with, and I haven’t been great company lately.

Picking up the phone, I call Riley as I shift the car into drive.

“Am I hallucinating right now?”Riley asks.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head as I start driving to his place.

“No, you’re not. I’ve been in a shit mood and I’m finally shaking it. I figured I’d bless you with my presence,” I chuckle.

“Consider me blessed,”he snarks. “Are you coming over? It’s Wednesday night so we aren’t partying, but I can throw together some dinner and a poker game?”

I can definitely get behind that. This weather sucks tonight. “Yeah, I’m in, thanks. I’ll see you in a bit,” I tell him.

“It’s good to have you back. I’ll tell the guys, we were just talking about you,”he chuckles.

I need to make sure I spend less time lost to the haze because I’ve kind of missed them too. I wasn’t always such a moody fucker, but the last few years everything seems to piss me off.

I hang up without saying goodbye. I know he’ll give me hell for that too, and I don’t even mind it. Turning on the radio, I let myself even sing to whatever is playing, ignoring the fact that I keep wondering what a certain blonde is doing with her night.

Riley

Medical school should be harder than it is. I wanted a challenge when I enrolled, and yes, I also wanted to see the puzzle pieces of an injury or infection to see if I could put them together.

I could do anything, but the human body and mind fascinates me. Its ability to heal itself is unprecedented, but when things go wrong, they spiral hard. I enjoy figuring out how to get the body to do what it's supposed to do and find myself caring too much when it won’t.

I’m in my third year of medical school and started clinicals this year. I’m glad for the colder months beginning to roll in because it means it’s an excuse for more chill evenings. Nights of gaming, drinking with friends, and expelling some pent up sexual tension is exactly how I want to spend my down time.

As someone knocks on the door, I glance at the food on warming trays on the long dining table ready for people to grab and go. My mother taught me everything I needed to know about entertaining people, I simply choose to do it on a much smaller scale.

My long sleeved shirt hides my tattoos typically, but I have the sleeves pushed up tonight. I wanted to be able to maintain acompletely professional demeanor when I got the ink, and so they’re all in places that clothing will cover them.

Walking over to the door, I pull it open. I live alone in an apartment near the school so I can get to both classes and the hospital easily. It suits my need for quiet when I need it, but also forces me to reach out when I’m feeling stifled and need company.

“Hey, Ethan,” I say, stepping back to let him in. Right on his tail are several more of my friends, and they greet me as they head in for food and a night of gaming.

My mother would say it’s uncouth, but we all come from money and know how to conduct ourselves. It’s nice to not need to behave in a certain way.

“It’s been a while,” I tease Ethan as I make myself a plate of food and grab a beer.

Everyone else is already immersed in a game as I sit down with him as he rolls his eyes.

“It feels as if every second of my day is scheduled,” he groans, taking a bite of his burger. Despite it snowing, I was craving burgers and fries. “This is the best fucking thing I’ve put in my mouth in a while, Riley.”

Snorting because if I have my way, he’ll have my cock in his mouth at some point tonight, I shrug.