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EnigmaofSorrow · #**121** 11-12-2012, 10:53 AM

Dr. Stump rubbed his hands in glee.

USD$200M had been credited into his account by a certain Ms. A.

He approached FML's room.

FML: Morning Doc.

Dr. S: Morning FML. I've good news for you. You can be discharged today. And I've even better news.

FML: What may that be?

Dr. S: There's a very nice lady I know who would like to try out your new weapon.

He passed FML a photograph.

FML immediately felt a stirring in his groin. The lady in the picture looked exactly like Angelina Jolie.

FML: Is that?

Dr. S: Nope. She's a client of my plastic surgery clinic. She's lonely and wants a companion, preferably Asian.

FML: I see. Can you turn me into an Asian Brad Pitt then?

Dr. S: I'm not surprised you asked. But yes I can. It will cost you though...

FML: Money is never an issue.

Dr. S: Alright. I'll book you for surgery this afternoon. The price is $5 million USD.

FML: Half now and half later right?

Dr. S: That is correct.

FML picked up his PDA and made a call to his accountant.

FML: Done. Please check your account.

Just then, Dr. Stump's own PDA beeped, indicating a wire transfer had been successful. He checked the amount.

Dr. S: You payed the full amount?

FML: I have faith in your work.

Dr. S: Alright then. Do take a rest. The nurse will prep you for surgery later.

kittymae · #**122** 11-12-2012, 11:56 PM

More! More! More!

EnigmaofSorrow · #**123** 12-12-2012, 11:09 AM

Dr. S: Vital signs normal. Prepare for liposuction.

The nurse did as told, and commenced the process.

FML was already dreaming about the great sex he would be having, him, an Asian Brad Pitt, with hiss Angelina Jolie. Maybe they would adopt a few under privileged kids before having their own. Hell, he could probably afford to buy his own African nation if he wanted to. Plus, for her to be able to afford Dr. Stump's exorbitant prices, she was probably well off herself. Perhaps they should buy an island in the Caribbean. Or live on a luxury yatch.

While FML was blissfully in dreamland, Dr. S too was blissfully calculating his earnings in his head.

His new experimental procedure for plastic surgery was working relatively well. He had had no complaints so far.

As he marked out the areas on FML's face, he imagined himself on a luxury yatch surrounded by a bevy of cosmetically enhanced beauties, along with his surgically implanted penis.

Nurse: Doc! His BP is falling!

Dr. Stump stared at the monitor. That could not be possible. FML's medical report was fine. Other than the minor cardiac arrest he suffered post-surgery which was noted as due to the immense pleasure he was given, he was as healthy as a horse, obesity aside.

Dr. S: What's wrong??

He stared in horror as FML's heart rate skyrocketed, before plummeting. The nurses had already began CPR.

He was frozen like a statue.

Nurse: CLEAR!

FML's limp body jerked as the shock was applied.

Nurse: No response! One more! CLEAR!

FML wondered what was happening. He felt very light, perhaps due to the copious amount of adipose tissue that had been extracted. He felt happy. The bright light beckoned.

Nurse: Adrenaline prepared!

She jabbed the cardiac syringe into his chest cavity.

The monitor still showed flat line.

Dr. S: Let me do it.

He rushed forward, scalpel in hand, and recalled the memories of the days when he was a real doctor.

Making an incision along his chest, he cut deep into the breastbone and separated it. Plunging his gloved hands in, he began the cardiac massage.

But it was already hopeless.

Just then, a couple of men burst into the operating theater.

"Doctor Stump! You are under arrest for violation of the medical ethics code, illegal operation of a medical facility, and money laundering. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you..."

Dr. Stump screamed in anguish as the law enforcement officers dragged him away from FML's body.

FML reached the light, feeling it envelop his entire being. All his life he only wanted to be happy. He had material wealth, and could afford to buy his happiness, but that was never enough. He longed for the love of a woman. He longed for companionship. He longed for good health.

Turning his head and looking at the scene below, it finally hit him. His greed and insatiable lust had caused his downfall.

Somehow, he felt at peace now. Maybe it was the calming effect of the light. He heard a familiar voice.

FML: Ma?

He reached out. She took his hand.

He was home.

EnigmaofSorrow · #**124** 12-12-2012, 11:12 AM

I believe that concludes the collaboration between Bro coffeecans, myself, and the numerous other writers who have graciously contributed to this thread.

I look forward to future collaborations.

Coffeecans · #**125** 12-12-2012, 12:44 PM

Thanks so much for the creativity in this EOS and other writers! It has been a real pleasure and it has been real fun.

EatPrayLove · #**126** 12-12-2012, 04:22 PM

shall we proceed on to another one?

let's see what you guys suggest and try to write within logical sense?

so let me start the ball rolling....

suggestion:

1) Good Girl Gone Bad

2) Wife Revenge On Unfaithful Husband

3) Cabby Sex Series

Personally, I think I prefer the last one. quite interesting leh.

blackswanlake · #**127** 12-12-2012, 06:53 PM

Sounds good bro!

I hope you dont mind if I start?

Here goes:

She glanced at her rear view mirror and his cheekbones immediately caught her gaze. He wore no expresion, just lightly waxed hair and a clean-shaven face. His eyes were accentuated with the careful threaded eyebrows about them, presumably plucked to seduce.

The glow of the street lights danced all around the cab and across his face as the cab careened down the expressway. At just over 80km/h, the beams skimmed over him, from his hands placed on his thighs, up over his chest, over his face before disappearing over his head, just in time for another ray to repeat the process.

He was hot, she thought to herself. Nothing particularly handsome, but there was a draw to his face. To his eyes. In between keeping her eye on the road ahead, she surveyed his face once more.

In the seven years since she picked up taxi driving, Alicia had seen such guys. Some days, mostly on the weekends, they enter her cab and the same type of guy boards it hours later, in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes they come in drunk or in a group, other times, alone or with a girl they may have picked up at the club.

Once in a while, a few try their luck with her. Afterall, she wasnt too bad herself. Just over 30 and single, she had a fashionable bob hairstyle and dressed in relatively trendy clothes everytime she got behind the wheel. It was a fresh change to the dowdy older female drivers most people were used to seeing.

Unfortunately, this younger, more attractive aspect also made her the target of unwanted attention sometimes. Most days, she'd politely reject their advances, some nights, however, she'd give in.

And tonight, she decided, would be one of those nights.