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“Fuckin parasites,” Eddie murmurs under her breath. There’s a small handful of protesters outside the clinic.
A scraggly man about her height blocks the path of another girl, holding a sign that clearly depicts a cut up raw chicken. “Young woman, do you intend to enter this unholy house today?” The other girl shifts away, heading down the adjacent sidewalk.
Eddie rolls her eyes and attempts to go around him. He continues to block her path.
Glaring coyly at him, she sarcastically stretches out her words, firmly punctuating each one, “If you would be so kind.”
The man stands up to his full height, he now barely towers over her. “Are you fixing to murder your unborn child today?”
“Unless I’ve been knocked up by some horny archangel in the middle of the night and I’m now carrying the next ‘messiah’ without my consent I think your precious Sky Daddy, who slaughtered thousands of children in your so called ‘good’ book by the way, probably doesn’t give a a fuck about me getting a goddamn pap smear.”
The man reddens with rage and makes to respond but Eddie is on a roll. She shoves past him, yanking open the door. She turns to shout, “Oh and not that it’s any of your business you wretched bitch but I don’t fuck people who can get me pregnant!” She shoots him a feral Cheshire Cat grin, sticks out her long tongue, and mimics horns with her fingers before stepping inside.
The receptionist who looks about Eddie’s age is smiling, and oh god she’s hot. Keen brown eyes watch her with a stern stare. “Not that I don’t love the spirit, and man I really do,” she sighs wistfully before continuing, “but it’s really better to just not engage.” She holds out a clipboard and a pen for Eddie to fill out for her appointment.
“And take shit from those Neanderthals?” she snaps.
“You’re not gonna change their minds.” Eddie opens her mouth to protest but the beautiful receptionist continues, “And the next poor girl who comes by after you doesn’t deserve the extra wrath because you got him all riled up. They might not have your guts to push past and we don’t want people who need us to leave.”
Eddie, feeling like a child being chastised, counters back angrily, “They’re looking for a fight either way.”
“I know!” She lets out an exasperated sigh. “We normally have folks out there to help the lost sheep get safely inside, especially on the weekends when these dickheads have nothing fucking better to do.” Eddie quirks a brow, amused by her tone. “But both of our regular volunteers unexpectedly called out today.”
“Yea? Well how does one get into that?”
“They need my approval.” She stands to look her up and down, hands on her hips. She feels her cheeks redden under the oddly heated gaze of her scrutiny. Finally her full lips quirk up into a smile, “With a little training I think you’d be pretty great. Plus you’re kinda scary which always helps.”
Eddie pulls a curl in front of her face, hiding an obvious grin, leaning in over the desk she spots her name tag while taking a peek at her tasteful cleavage. She drops her hair, deciding to shamelessly flirt, “Aww Stevie, you think I’m scary?”
Stevie’s cheeks flush but she grins wide and mischievous. “I face those assholes everyday, I’m not scared of much. But folks like you scare the crap out of folks like them.”
A nurse comes out to take Eddie back for her appointment before she can respond. After her pap smear, which went great by the way, she comes back to the desk. Stevie hands Eddie a business card with volunteer info and her phone number on it. Eddie takes it, flashing Stevie her most devastatingly sexy grin. “Oh you definitely haven’t seen the last of me sweetheart.”
Stevie with a stunning devilish smile of her own, “I sure hope not.”