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"I'm feelin' good!" the anonymous patient said to his Saturday night special, Rosa. Rosa was electrically stimulating his various dendrites, the ones which gave him sexual feelings. Beside her, with his patient, was Dr. Styx Tromboski, from Columbia Medical School. She had him.

"Oh there, there, there!" and Rosa's patient shot his load. Rosa stripped his condom off, turned to the class in the operating theatre, took a three-pointer into the waste-basket and bowed. The audience roared.

Next day was the finals, and Rosa felt she didn't have her game on. She was competing against Dr. Roger St.Clair, a John Hopkins preppy blancito with an annoyingly perfect jaw. The announcer spoke into the PA:

"And surgeons ready yourselves, three, two, one: scratchy roof of mouth." Rosa was off, but Roger seemed to be a lazer of focused energy next to her. They moved around their respective patients - and for a nanosecond, their arms touched one another. Rosa's anesthesiologist was hungover, and Rosa had to wait before taking the saw to the patient's brain. Not good. Fifteen minutes later, while Rosa was still excavating the parietal lobe, Roger St.Clair's patient was making that sucking noise, trying to scratch the roof of his mouth. The audience cheered for the rich fuck. Rosa congratulated him. He had won this battle.

Afterwards, Rosa would flirt with, socially humiliate and then bed Dr. St.Clair, in that order; having ruled him with her autocratic Latino sex, the finals would be hers.