<strong>Moussad ~  His Jadem</strong><br/><br/>Moussad answered Madison’s question by lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the newly replaced and pristine meat wrap on the exam table. He grunted to Vern as they passed like guards on watch before placing her on the table.<br/><br/>“Show him you broke stuff Madforson!”  Moussad said in his train wreck English accent.<br/><br/>Dr. Goody eyed the girl on the table as he slipped his hand in the latex glove. He hesitated to reach for the thermometer. Even thought it was a mouth thermometer the Doc wasn’t taking any chances.<br/><br/>The Arab knew Vern. Dr Goody had hard limits, and getting equipment improperly inserted into an orifice of his body cavity by a disgruntled lay person with a horrible accent was one of those limits.  Call him cerebral, but no.<br/><br/>Definitely not.<br/><br/>Goody pictured bending over the exam table and reaching around his own ass with forceps. He shivered and pushed the tray with the thermometer and the blood pressure cup out of the certifiably insane man’s reach.<br/><br/>He spoke to Madison in a surprisingly calm doctorly tone, “What seems to be the problem or problems?”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>