Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Scottie: I finally found the perfect place to relocate the clinic. It’s bigger and perfect. We might even be able to add Camille’s second clinic in a year or two.
Jason: Congrats . . . Camille has a clinic?
Scotti: Yeah, long story, she’s the hoochie coach.
Jason: Hoochie, really?
Scottie: Yep. She had to use that because vagina was already taken—even had a trademark pending—and she couldn’t use cunt or pussy because it sounded like an OnlyFans account.
Jason: Would she have used cunt?
Scottie: Nah, but it’s funny when she tells the story. In text, it falls flat.
Jason: Well, I think we should celebrate your achievement. Does that mean you’re coming home?
Scottie: Tempting, but I have to make sure everything goes through before heading back.
Jason: Brutal, my heart can’t take any longer. It’s been six weeks (in case you’re wondering, that’s three years in Jason years).
Scottie: You have to stop making up numbers.
Jason: It’s accurate.
Scottie: Talk to you soon, Tate.