What the Doctor Ordered
Part 1 I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week. Monday I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then… we’ll see. ...