“Alright, enough!” I shout as me and my assets slide off the exam table. “Can we please stop with this secret shit?”

Riley, beet red in the face, looks elsewhere if she’s the one on trial. But I just know that she’s doing what she’s been told — by this “Doctor.”

Walking over to her seat, I pat her shoulder and she stops trying to shrink into the corner. “You said that I…err, Alexa told her to bring me back here if something ‘went wrong,’ right? Well then something must’ve gone horribly wrong.”