“Good morning, doctor,” I started; “Welcome, Bob… you can call me Dave, remember? I haven’t see you in a long time,” he said shaking my ha...d. “You’re right; my last yearly check-up was… almost 8 months ago,” I said. He was about my age, maybe a bit older, and taller than me, very well built. A blond, curly mane topped his face, where two light green eyes sparkled, joined by a friendly smile to make the patient feel at ease. A starched white coat covered his clothes, only his brown trousers. "I'm going to have sticky underwear," I said."Can you come to my lab tomorrow?" I suppose so." I'll just draw some blood and you'll be certified in a few days." Where's your lab?" Around the corner and across the street." I'm not near thinking about matrimony, you know." That's okay. Neither am I. But I need a male friend." So we'll be fuck buddies?" That sounds disgusting. Maybe more."Where should I meet you and when?"Same corner at eight? We'll go for breakfast." Fine. I'd best go before you. That was my cue!I cracked open the door slightly and slid my leg out, letting it slide up and down the door. The ruckus grew louder and I opened the door. As I looked around at the team, I licked my lips and sashayed over to the wooden benches. Mark stared at my body hiding behind the white towel as he helped me up on the benches.Once I was up I began to sway my hips, wrapping my arms around my body, letting my hands wander over the towel. I pulled open the towel, letting them get a peak, and. I’d end up homeless and wandering the streets.’ This made me laugh and stung me at the same time. ‘Alicia, do you think that’s what causes people to be homeless?’ I whispered in her ear, ‘All these men and women just kissed too much and didn’t show up to work?’ Alicia laughed, ‘No, but that sounds like a lot more fun than being a drug addict or alcoholic.’ ‘It sure does, but not all homeless people are drug addicts or alcoholics, you know.’ ‘Oh, very true! Some are mentally ill, some are down.