intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Maryanne was a plastic surgeon, which is the last area anyone who knew her thought she would go into, but when she did her internships and such with Doctors without Borders, fixing cleft palates and hair lips and such, they began to understand.
So at 32 years old, her student debt paid off, she was back in the states for her father's funeral. A man who had told her that she wasn't pretty enough to marry money, or smart enough to make money, and should find a nice guy get knocked up and settle down from puberty to the day she left for premed.
While he had paid every penny of her brother's various degrees, he had refused to "waste good money" on her education. It had taken scholarships, help from various female relatives, and now she was debt free, unlike her brothers who were all up to their eyeballs in debt from fancy vacations, houses, trophy wives, and in some cases boats.
She had been picked up at the airport, and from then on had to listen to what a great man her father had been. After the funeral she felt sick to her stomach. She asked her mother about her things, evidently what her father hadn't thrown out was being stored in her old car.
The only thing worse than hearing how wonderful her father had been was having every relative ask about her love life, and some even being so crude as to say she had a nice face and a great rack.
So she turned the keys in her car and drove to the nearest gas station, filled it up and drove away. She found herself in Los Vegas, and checked into a nice hotel.
So at 32 years old, her student debt paid off, she was back in the states for her father's funeral. A man who had told her that she wasn't pretty enough to marry money, or smart enough to make money, and should find a nice guy get knocked up and settle down from puberty to the day she left for premed.
While he had paid every penny of her brother's various degrees, he had refused to "waste good money" on her education. It had taken scholarships, help from various female relatives, and now she was debt free, unlike her brothers who were all up to their eyeballs in debt from fancy vacations, houses, trophy wives, and in some cases boats.
She had been picked up at the airport, and from then on had to listen to what a great man her father had been. After the funeral she felt sick to her stomach. She asked her mother about her things, evidently what her father hadn't thrown out was being stored in her old car.
The only thing worse than hearing how wonderful her father had been was having every relative ask about her love life, and some even being so crude as to say she had a nice face and a great rack.
So she turned the keys in her car and drove to the nearest gas station, filled it up and drove away. She found herself in Los Vegas, and checked into a nice hotel.
