The Doctor's New Cow

By Ariel Lenov

No money. No apartment. Meeting the Doctor seemed like a miracle! He showed me my problem didn't need a cure, just the right set of hands to put me to good use.
Amanada's been kicked out by her boyfriend and decides to spend her last ten bucks at the bar.
The older doctor she meets is happy to help her with a place to stay, maybe even a job!
But when he finds out about her creamy problem, he tells her the reason why he quit his medical practice and asks her to come work for him. Not sure at first, Amanda quickly changes her mind when she meets his big black assistant who shows her what life on the doc's farm is all about! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Lenov
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513052175

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It was probably a bad idea to spend the last ten bucks I had at the bar. I didn't really care at that point though. All I had was the backpack that asshole had packed for me before I got home and the ten bucks I had in my pocket. I don't really know why I trusted him. I guess in the end, the bar turned out to be the best thing that happened to me.

I used to write a lot. Like, a lot. Whenever I'd get bad, I'd go to that bar and start scribbling in my notebooks. Yes, I still use notebooks...errr, used. It just felt more real, somehow.

He'd sat down next to me. I don't know, right from that first moment I could tell something was different about him. I couldn't stop stealing glances. He wasn't even being a creep. Just sitting a few seats down, minding his own business.

He was reading a book, I couldn't see what it was. I tried to just pour everything out on the paper, but it wasn't coming the same way it normally did. There was something about him that was so...

Can I buy you a drink? he asked in that deep rumble. I sighed at first because I wasn't there for that and because that's what I always did when guys asked me that in bars. I was just there because I had nowhere else to go. But when I saw him, I couldn't look away. The salt and pepper hair, those deep blue eyes and the body of a twenty-five year old even though he was probably in his late fifties.

I tried to cover my chest because I knew the two dark circles had probably formed on the front of my shirt again and I didn't want him to see. He pretended not to look.

Ummm, sure, I said, trying to act normal. I couldn't help but stare at his profile while he talked to the bartender. His jacket looked tailored. Who wore a tailored jacket to a bar in this end of town? When he turned back with my drink I looked away, hoping he hadn't caught me staring.

Sorry to intrude, I thought I might have seen you having some writers block. Are you in college? he asked taking a sip of his own drink. Yeah, he definitely wasn't from this end of town.

"Just