The little bell on the door chimed as the blond bombshell carrying a cage with a rabbit in it walked through the door. Terry tsked then put on a big s...ile. "Hello. Welcome to Dr Fredrick's Animal Clinic. What can I do for you?" Hello!" the blond beamed. She smiled at the black haired receptionist. "It's my bunny." What's wrong with your rabbit?" Well," the woman started and took a step towards the desk. Either the weight of the cage, the unreasonably high heels she was wearing, or the size of. .. right in my face. And there was no one around. Not for the longest time. And there was no water. Maybe if I’d brought a bottle of water with me ... but I hadn’t. And no one came ... no one came. And it burned. It burned and burned and burned, and no one came.”“Aw, God, Jenny.”“Do you know what ‘maximum coverage’ means in an insurance policy?” She didn’t give me time to answer or comment. “I just had a student policy. I didn’t even read the thing before I signed it.” She sighed. “Do you know. Two large men in white coats tightened leather straps around her wrists and ankles, their faces somber and emotionless as they went through their programmed motions. The men took positions on opposite sides of the table, their hands rested firmly on Salina's shoulders, pinning them to the gurney.Dr. Wetten came around the side of the table and looked down at her."Now Salina, I'm sorry to have to do this, but you are not responding to any of the therapy or treatments we're giving you. Don't you. Release somehow." Of course! But porn should not be the source to be turning to," Sarah protests.Megan sighs again. "Where did you even get all of this information from?" An article online. Remember the guy I always go on about? He writes all sorts of different articles about lifestyle and such. They all have been very trustworthy up until this point."Megan sits there with her legs crossed as she listens to her best friend. The guy Sarah is going on about has always been very trustworthy. He.