'Doc Juan'

Chapter 7

"Sorry, I ruined yer dress. I tried to hold it in...but, it just went gushin! Some o' it landed on that poor waitress' pristine white shirt...an' all o'er ol Dr. Wittigan's wig too!" the drunk doctor apologized, as his trusty receptionist pulled up at his home, giving him a lift from the party which ended quite late. "Well, that's what happens when ya drink too many martinis, a bottle of Scotch an' half my Cosmopolitan! Anyway, it's all good. It's my funeral dress. I last wore it at my granddad's funeral an' no-one's died since...So, why bother keepin it anyway, eh? " she accepted his apology, chuckling as she looked down at the lacey black dress which had puke clinging to its front now. "I stand corrected bout you doctors rollin in cash! " she exclaimed, mouthing wow as she helped him to the porch of his ancient mansion before proceeding to ring the doorbell. "Family heirloom. Built by some codgy, ol relative o' mine...whose name I can't recall, by the way! " he muttered. "I take it, you live alone then? Thought you'd have butlers an' stuff! " she deduced when no-one answered the door, slipping her arm around him quickly as he began to drunkenly topple over.
"Are ya tryin to cop a feel?" he slurred, as he felt her run her hands all over him and dig into his coat pockets as if searching for something. " I'm friskin ya for a key. Your house keys. Where are they?" she enquired, giving up as she came up empty handed. " Under that flower pot, of course. But, I do like it when a lady's got her hands all o'er me...So, do continue! " he replied, before flashing her a teasing grin and mischievously leaning in closer. She rolled her eyes at him, ignoring his lustful gaze as she unlocked the door. " That's the only wood you're gettin mate! " she successfully rejected his advances, stepping aside as he threw himself at her and watching in amusement as he found himself kissing the half-open wooden door instead. There was a loud thud as the door creaked open and he passed out onto the carpet, staining it with drool while Elle looked on, nodding her head in disbelief at his drunken demeanor. "Thanks for makin my job so much more difficult for me, Dr. Miller. I hope I've got a raise comin my way." she remarked sarcastically, as she carefully dragged him upstairs to his bedroom. She plumped his pillow up for him, making him feel comfy as she pulled his wine-stained coat off and tucked him in.
"Oh...good God! An' here I thought ya only responded to house calls at their places!" she muttered, scrunching her face up in disgust as a pink bra slipped out from underneath his pillow! "My place, their place...the backseat o' a car in a parking lot...does it matter? Ya can keep that, by the way. It's Mrs. Burton's! " the dazed man bragged on seeing the lingerie dangling from poor Elle's hand. " Why would I wanna keep Mrs. Burton's bra? I'll just return it to her when she turns up for her check up...That's on...lemme check...Right! Monday. I'll return it to her on Monday." Elle decided, searching in her purse for the trusty diary where she wrote down the date and time of each of his patients' appointments and which she never lost sight of, pulling it out to look up Mrs. Burton's next appointment. "Yer all business, no pleasure, eh? " she heard him mock her before drifting off to sleep. "Better yet, I'll just leave it in the lost and found for her to find. G'night, Dr. Miller." she changed her mind, quickly slipping it into her purse, before switching off the nightlight and taking her leave.