Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
“Bonnie Finley. No insurance. Cash. Please, just get me in.”
Ten minutes later she was in the exam room, legs in stirrups again, heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her throat. Dr. Patel walked in with a nurse trailing him. Same guy from earlier? No—different name tag. Dr. Ramirez this time. Older, tired eyes, clipboard in hand.
“Okay, Ms. Finley,” he said, scanning the intake form. “You’re saying you believe you’ve been… infected by a deep-sea parasite? From sexual contact? And it’s making you glow and hear voices?”