been at the Double Bar-Twisted-Q Ranch. And now Sherry's mind turned back to when she had been Sherry Aims, Veterinary Nurse, and she had first laid eyes on Hank. Large, muscular, a lank of black hair askew on his scuplted forehead, and yet eyes that beckoned deep into a gentle pastureland. When she was with Hank, bound together in unbridled passion, his hard body against hers, it was all she could do to remember not to date outside her own species. What a horse Hank was!
And then it had all ended on that dreadful day packed with unforgettable images -- the Saudi prince, the pink jockey shorts, the fire in the stable, and the last horrible moment by the oat bin. She shook off the memory of Hank's nuzzling, and returned to her banjo. She plinked a little sad flurry of "Camptown Races" to segue back into the main storyline.
Dr. Guthrie Guthrie stood up abruptly. "Well, Nurse Aims, it's time to start seeing patients. Send in the clowns."
Sherry sat amazed. What had happened? Why had he suddenly become so formal?
She put the banjo down, and straightening her heaving bosom again, she went to the door, hiding her crushed spirit.
"Please come in....."