The OBGY what the f**k marched into the room giving out orders. She wanted me to leave, I told her to get f****d. "Michelle, this is my son and his fiancée, it's best if you just proceed." She looked like she wanted to argue, but my 'don't f**k with me look soon had her backing down.
She muttered some s**t about not being able to do her job properly yadda-yadda-yadda, but that s**t fell on deaf ears. She did her thing and looked like she knew what she was talking about. "Who is she?" I whispered the question to dad as we watched her handle Mouth and her s**t.
If I was bad, Mouth was worst, she gave that poor woman so much lip that I was beginning to feel guilty for giving her s**t when she first came in. Mouth isn't exactly the most genteel patient if you know what I mean.
"Arianna quit
