Dr Catterick yanked hard on the decayed molar.
'There we go, Mrs Potter...it's out' he said as the rotten tooth came free.
Some brief patching up, Bob's your uncle - job done.
'Shouldn't have any more problems' he assured his patient as she left.
'Miranda?' he called out to his dental nurse. 'Just spending a penny - can you prepare the root canal for half two?'
'Certainly' Miranda smiled.
In the surgery toilet, he unzipped and sat down. He was already erect as he took Mrs Potter's rotten tooth from his pocket.
Caressing himself increasingly vigorously, he fondled the tooth.