Tony had felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of shame was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear that soothing voice trying to reassure him: "Tony, don't worry about it. You're not the first surgeon to sleep with one of your patients and you won't be the last. And, you're single. So just let it go."
But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality: "Tony, you're a vetinary surgeon...."
> I'll go first.
>
> A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The
> doctor took one look at her, and all his professionalism
> went out the window. He immediately told her to undress.
> After she had disrobed, the doctor began to stroke her
> thigh.
>
> Doing so, he asked her, "Do you know what I'm doing?"
>
> "Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or
> dermatological abnormalities."
>
> "That is right," said the doctor. He then began to fondle
> her breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
>
> "Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or
> breast cancer."
>
> "Correct," replied the shady doctor.
>
> Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual
> intercourse with her. He asked, "Do you know what I'm
> doing now?"
>
> "Yes," she said. "If it's why I came here in the first,
> you're getting herpes."
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