2000 - The Feng-Shui Junkie (2000) - Plot & Excerpts
His surgery is straight through at the bottom rear of the building, an extension built out into the garden to accommodate four rooms: the main surgery, the office, the kitchen and the bathroom, which is equipped with a built-in shower. Using a key he gave me a long time ago, I let myself in through the main door and into Ronan’s rooms. The smell hits me as I knew it would. That dentist’s disinfectant odour. That minty Listerine scent you get from guys in the Law Library who figure that if they wash their gullets with the stuff they stand a better chance of a free screw. I lock the door behind me. Dentists. They’ve brought me such pain in life. They’ve burst my gums, picked my teeth, drilled and ravaged my nerves, pliered out my molars and snurgled my saliva. I’ve never liked them. It’s a miracle I married one. In here is where we had our third date ever. He clearly wanted to impress me by professionally penetrating the putridest recesses of my teeth.
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