Maybe it was all the driving. Or the late night sex, but I never heard Dawn get up in the morning. I'd just rolled onto my back when the light coming ...n through the door blinded me. Next think I knew the sheets were pulled back and a high pitched female voice said,"Oh my god!" I told you. And he's not bad with it either. So, you in?" Well I've never, with any guests. I could be fired." I sat up as my eyes adjusted. Dawn held the sheets so I couldn't pull them over me. My morning wood was. Three days later, I was entering the restaurant shefor the purposes of this story, lets call her Candyhad picked for our first date. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. But then I saw her. She was even more beautiful than in her pictures. She stood halfway across the restraint floor, but I could tell she was every bit the woman she claimed to be on her profile. She hadnt yet seem me, so I took a few moments to study her before I introduced myself. She was so beautiful. With her long legs. 7:00 work?”“Yes. sir!”“Great! I need to run. Call me when you get off.”“Okie dokie. Bye.”This evening was not unlike any other. There were patients waiting to be seen when she arrived. First up was an elderly man with a fever. She ended up admitting him for observation and treatment. Then, there was a boy that had broken his arm after falling off a jungle gym. A young, unwed mother-to-be was experiencing bleeding during her first trimester. There were a few cut wounds mixed in. And also two. Some were acquired through foreign freighters coming into the port, some from everyday health food shops, some were purchased in the back room of a very special voodoo shop in the French Quarter, and some Rose and Queen grew themselves. The last shelf housed a collection of sugars, various honeys, and edible flower petals. She would study her inventory, carefully pick and measure the ingredients, blend them just so with mortar and pestle, then steep in hot water. When the brew was perfect, it.