Another day of open mouthes laid before Jack. Dr. Jack Gunner, best in his profession, well-known dentist from here to everywhere. With a high-class working space in the middle of Big Apple, comforted by hot nurses wearing short dresses, additionally supported by two surgery rooms. Dr. Gunner cared about famous mouthes. He even owned a so called Dentcave, where VIPs could enter unseen.
The time at universities - which had been three different to he had finally finished - had been a boring one upfilled with learning and repetition, as now it was boring for him upfilling teeth and correcting false smiles. Dentists usually know many ways to fear people or advice to stupid things. Or in best case pulling all teeth out and replacing them with artifical ones. This was a nice trend. Jack always loved that rich bitches face to order a full replacement. It never was needed, but it looks good.
While his time of studies Jack became a gambler. He still loved to play Poker, which was ended often by empty pockets, but the doctor learnt not to take too much money with him, just 1000$ per weekend. The Big Apple got tricky players. Mathematics never was a stong skill of him. But gaming kept him feeling alive. Casinos never were his case, people all looked rich but only a few were. Wealthy people were Jacks most loved accompanies.
Today there would be three segregations and one replacement, all to be done by his employees, in the afternoon one personal meeting with the forthcoming president of US. Discretion was Jack's best skill besides doing art with teeth. His wife Margareth missed his touches for 12 years now, but NY's prostitutes did a great job always, for both of them.
He switched on his huge flatscreen to play a round. News were flashing in the background, war there, crisis here, and some ridiculous women protesting in some cities nakedly for equal rights. Jack jerked a little, but he didn't came into right mood. The digital door bell rang with a sound of Beethoven, it must be around 12 o'clock.
Donald guided by two plastic beauties entered the station. Jack watched him coming closely on his display connected to the five surveillance cameras he owned around here. He entered the room and Jack closed his zipper. "You made me naked, Jay, last time!" - "I know, you liked it." They laughed and shook hands. "Bitches, leave.", Jack was able to change mood in a second.
The chat went from teeth cleaning to poker to teeth cleaning again. Donald's ones were 100% ceramic, those meetings mostly served the dating of a next match of Poker. "Donald, can you lend a little money?", Jack asked. "One or a half million would totally fit, I'm little dried out these days, investions in Far East didn't work that well." - "Jack, I'm not that stupid. We will play on Friday, alright?", he said and left. Two hours had gone.
Jack played on a little. And thought about his father, who laid foundation of their businesses. He had fled the great war back in the days. When he let his eyes fly around the skyscrapers one could see through the huge windows in his office he remembered one of his stories.
"Son, you know about the origin of kisses? In past people had no opportunity to repair their teeth and they had no blender or technology that we are used to. When a child had been born and not been given milk anymore, mother had to chew food and gave it by kissing. Like birds, you know. Same they did with the elders. Can you imagine giving grandma food by mouth? It's easy to understand you would only do this to your beloved. That's how kissing evolved, giving food to the ones unable to chew, the children, the elders and the ill." Jack laught hard about this weird memories and clicked another all-in.
