Hmmm...

For unknown reason my classmate from college made a vector art of me during my chubby days.

Open up wide

I have a small mouth. Literally. Figuratively? You could say it's the other way around.
So, my dentist; having her saliva sucker, ultraviolet blowgun and some of her uncountable fingers [and I forgot I was was wearing my largest round tonguering] jammed in my mouth and telling me to open up wider is anotomically impossible.
I like to voice out some of my pains but alas, it can't be so.
Then she tsked about something behind her mask. All I heard was mumbling. So I gave a gurgled noise, the nearest thing I could make as an euphimism for uh-huh. Taking that as a positive reaction, Doctora brandishes out her driller.
I have a feeling that dentist have a sadistic streak on them. While they are smelling roses behind their mask, we ,the patient, on the other hand, have to endure that horrible pungent fetid smell that are coming out of our teeths when drilled.
I couldn't help but imagine them thinking gleefully on smelling our mistakes.

Mari Windsor

" Damn you Suzzana!", Yenyen screamed while pulling both her legs to a vertical position.
I grunted.
Then Suzzana, our virtual instructor, made a series of complicated aerobic movemnets.
"I swear..." Yen panted, "she starts looking like a mouse to me."
"I know! She reminds me of Mrs. Fieldmouse from Thumbelina!" I replied while twisting my appendages. My eyes were obscured by the sweat that was running down my face.
".... eight, nine, ten. And now put your head down and try to relax." instructed Mari Windsor, the pilates expert.
"Fuck... this." I gasped.
"Good. Now we shall move to Criss-cross exercises..." Mari WIndsor continued.
Chest heaving, Yen and me started praying for oblivion.