Lisa looked at her complete body next. Her large tits, pushing out and forward like two ripe watermelons against the tailored white uniform; her rounded, well-fleshed hips; her full firm buttocks curving gracefully against the white silk pants; all this suggested a warm, sensuous woman who needed a man.

Why did he leave? Lisa thought, shaking her head then burying it in her hands as Marilyn opened the door and walked into the tiny roam.

"Hey, honey. Pull yourself together. I just bumped into the man out there, and he wants to see you," the brunette said. She'd walked up to Lisa and put her arms around her friend's waist, pulling the sobbing blonde tightly against her body.

"Wh-who?" Lisa sobbed.

"Dr. Chad Duvalier," Marilyn said, her voice revealing her displeasure in giving that news.

"Oh God! I can't see him now," Lisa said in a panic, pulling away from her friend.

"He's not gonna wait all day, honey," Marilyn said, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, Lisa. I know it's not easy to see him. But at least give him a chance to explain. I know he's been acting like a rat. So you caught him screwing some nurse."

"She's not the only one," Lisa blurted as she wiped away the tears and looked intensely at her friend.

"But what can you do? You're not married to him. All right, so you two've been going out for the past year or so. But he's a man, Lisa – a free man," Marilyn said. "You can't expect him to stay faithful to you without a ring. And besides, most men don't do that anyway with a damned ring on the finger."

"What does he want?" Lisa asked after several seconds of silence passed. She felt a twinge of emotion and curiosity hit her at the same time. It had teen almost one month since she'd caught Chad with the girl in his office. She'd told him in no uncertain terms to take that fat cock of his and fuck himself with it. She didn't need him. She'd be able to find any man she wanted. Of course, Lisa hadn't dated anyone since that fateful evening.