Yet

I need to go to a dentist, otherwise I don't.  I need to feel pain. 

The reasons are manifold, from the mediaeval executioner in my childhood to the sweet assistant of the professor, injecting a maximum dose without succeeding in anything but to numb my face almost completely.  She scratched the nerve and I jolted to the ceiling. 

Oh, yes, sweetheart, you're forgiven and I still think of you after all these years but it is with mixed feelings, alas.

I recognize the necessity and the use of the dentists.  Often I admire them even.  Some of them are even witty!

Among them are surprisingly stunning beauties. 

A few of them are undoubtedly enlightened humanists with an exquisite taste in beauty and art.

Yet, I really need an excruciating ache to ring their bell.

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56-60, M
1 Response Mar 4, 2010

Oooohhh...I'm seeing one on Monday. I don't want to either; I just have to.<br />
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It will be really OUCH! :(