My Job: Fix Mom's Bestie

"W-Well, that part is very dry. When I'm doing it with someone else, it's very dry, chapped, and it hurts a lot too. I can never get it to lube up even after a long time…"

I gaze at Audrey Lawson, whose beautiful face has gone red from embarrassment. Then, I glance at her smoking hot body.

After gulping quietly, I tell her with a smile, "Ms. Lawson, your problem seems a little complicated. I dare not give a verdict right away…

"Why don't you go behind the curtains right now? I'll use a device to check what the problem exactly is.

"Ah, and by the way, remember to take off your pants."

My name was William Johnson, and I was a gynecologist at a tertiary hospital.

One day, I was sitting in my office seeing patients when my mother's close friend, Audrey Lawson, suddenly came to see me. She suspected she was going through early menopause and wanted me to prescribe her some medication.

Early menopause? Her?

I glanced at the pair of round, full melons on Ms. Lawson's chest. They had to be at least a 38F, right?

She was nearly 40 years old, yet her chest was still full and perky. She was probably still getting plenty of attention from men.

Judging by how seductive and sexy she was, how could she be going through early menopause?

I pushed up my glasses and asked her about her symptoms.

Ms. Lawson vaguely said she had looked them up on the Internet and that what she read matched early menopause. She told me not to ask too many questions and just prescribe the medication.

After hearing Ms. Lawson's words, four words suddenly popped into my head—"All boobs, no brain".

I seriously wondered if the nutrients for her brain had gone into her chest. How could she believe all the nonsense that she read online?

I smiled and explained that as doctors, we couldn't prescribe medication without fully understanding the patient's situation.

"Ms. Lawson, tell me what symptoms you're having, and I'll help you figure out if it's early menopause."

I looked down at Ms. Lawson. When our eyes met, she became flustered, and her face turned red.

"Liam, I-I…"

Seeing that she was hesitating and at a loss for words, I became curious and gave her a look, encouraging her to keep going.

Ms. Lawson's face turned even redder, and she couldn't meet my eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then said in a small voice, "It's just… It's dry down there. When it's time to do it, it's dry and painful. It takes forever to get wet…"

I froze for a moment, not quite processing it. I asked Ms. Lawson where exactly she meant.

Ms. Lawson snapped her head up at me. When she realized I didn't understand, she got anxious. Her face flushed further, and she let out an exasperated noise.

She stomped her foot and said it was that place.

It took me a while to