Three fucking weeks. The nurse then tried to tell my wife we could either have the EEG results given to us over the phone by the doctor OR the earlier...appointment time, but not both. My wife’s like no. You’ll give us both. Based on the nurses previous behavior I will not get the results until the 28th. Actually, at this point, I’m considering a lawsuit against them as I’ve already filed one complaint due to my care being mismanaged.Now, I’ve told the people who handle FMLA for my company I have. I could never prove it, but it made for a good story.I paced the floor and eyed the new Mossberg 12 gauge pump gun. If Martin didn't come back soon, I would take it and go looking for him. That should be interesting moving through the woods in the dark with a loaded shotgun. I hoped it wouldn't come to that. We were just as likely to shoot each other as anything else.I was sitting on one of the folding chairs glancing at the computer screen, when I saw his car pull into the drive. I was. She said that would be discrimination, but I told her she was the one who decided to keep you and not throw you back early in the relationship. She said you've never shown any real anger emotions so she felt you might explode over this. Are you sure you're okay?" I'm sure. Bobby was giving off signals and I've had some time to analyze my feelings. I really did love the lady, but if it's not mutual, well, there are always more fish in the pond. Hell, I've got a standing offer from a beautiful. "Well, look at you!" Ada said, in her worst, grating Texas twang, which almost made Laura cringe. "Didn't you ever shower with the girls before? Like in high school, or college? It's no big deal. Come on in." Ada paused, staring directly into Laura's eyes, almost daring her. "I'm waiting. I need you to soap my back."Laura made a small smile, trying to make the hot blood recede from her face. Slowly, she unzipped her tennis dress, let it fall, then stepped out of her panties. Ada had already.