Chapter 1- Boot Camp
At eleven bits an hour, it was really good wages, and i even got dental! "steel wing! got your mark yet?" rang across the shop, and i sighed. i had yet to get my mark, no matter how many times i checked my upper arms.
My first day at work.
Plus they had a dental plan! important for a cat. "so why let some bunny get in your way? she is nothing but your boss get over your self." she closed her eyes and let her head rest agent the couch. she felt kind of dizzy. what was she going to do?
Chapter 1 Incident
Flora began crying as she carried nathan to the front car seat and buckled him in. heading back to her home she pulled out a body that john had made to be exactly like hers from the tissues to the dental records. everything was the same.
Everyone's Endangered
For example, they get a great medical and dental plan and get to move into the huxley grounds, an area set aside for the protection of endangered species. it was one of the most crime free and protected areas in new york city.
Mousewife
“well … i can't say i'm a part-time dental receptionist." meadow's whiskers twitched. _could_ she? “why not?" her mate asked, tilting his head in confusion.
A Fated Reality-Chapter 5
My mouth's only defense was broken through as his tongue invaded my personal dental space. his reptile muscle covering every nook and canny in my mouth, making me inwardly gag as he brushed against my uvula.
Subject 217 (Chaste Toy)
A hood you see in the most extreme bdsm porn scenes, a dental gag and is that a pear of anguish? what the fuck is this? "hmm, what's this respect even in fear? maybe i won't permanently gag you subject 217. not yet anyway.
Beast's Escape
The equipment looked oddly old, boxy electrical panels painted seafoam green, with electrical and pneumatic leads, tubing that wouldn't be out of place in a 1970s dental office. but also a couple of modern led flat panel monitors.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty One
"dental equipment and..." he checked the list again, "nutritional supplements. good," he smiled. "we'll need both of those." he was pleased, but the feeling was obliterated by a wave of guilt.
A Little Distraction
But the salary she made working as a receptionist at a dental office wasn't large enough to sink into cosmetic repairs.
Faye’s Academy
They weren't probably quite as white as he'd hope them to be, i suspected, but the lingering smell of coffee in his breath told me the clearly possibly reason for the state of his dental equipment.
Bumblings of a Twenty-Something Nothing
dental care, contacts, trim face-fur. boxer-briefs (nice and snug), slacks, polo shirt. always in that order, and never taking much more or less time than any other day. i like it that way.