Vet's Desire

Vet’s Desire

By

Angela Verdenius

(Big Girls Lovin’ #3)

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 Angela Verdenius

All Rights Reserved

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Cover by Joleene Naylor

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Table of Contents

Glossary

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Bio

Other Books by this Author

Glossary

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I found that some overseas readers were having difficulty with the Australian slang, so I thought a list of the slang I’ve used will help while reading the following story. Also, you’ll find some of our Aussie words have different spelling to the US. Interestingly enough, as I’ve grown (gracefully) older, I find a lot of our slang is bypassing the younger generation, so if a young Aussie says they’ve never heard a certain word, don’t be surprised! But trust me, I’ve used these words all my life growing up, and so have a lot of my family and friends. Does that make me an older Aussie? Heck yes! LOL

Cheers,

Angela

Australian Names/Terms/Slang

AFP - Australian Federal Police

Ambos - ambulance officers

Arvo - afternoon

Barbie - BBQ

Beaut - beautiful, awesome, great, wonderful

Berko - berserk

Bewdy - as in ‘awesome, great’

Biccies - biscuits. The same as cookies

Bikie - biker, person who rides motorcycles.

Bloke/s - man/men

Bloody - a swear word ‘no bloody good’, in place of ‘no damned good’

Boofhead - idiot, simpleton, etc. It’s an insult, though sometimes we use it as a term of affection. It depends on how it is said and meant.

Boot (of a car) - trunk

Brown nose - currying favour, sucking up. Has a cruder description, but let’s not go into that here. Means the same thing!

Budgie smugglers - men’s bathers, small, brief and tight-fitting

Buggered - many Aussie use it as a slang word for ‘broken’ (it’s buggered), ‘tired (I’m buggered), and ‘no way’ (I’m buggered if I’m going to do that). Just some examples

Bung/Bunging - as in ‘bunging onto something’, putting on something (bung veggies on a plate, putting veggies on a plate), usually in a careless or ‘easy’ manner.

Bush rangers - outlaws/thieves/robbers.

Caramel Crowns - one of Arnott’s totally awesome chocolate and caramel biscuit. Gooey yumminess!

Cark/carked - die, died.

Chips - in Australia we have cold crunchy chips from a packet, or hot chips known in some countries as French Fries

Chippie - carpenter

Crash cart - resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting - used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest

Dander – temper

Dial - face

Dill - silly, idiot

Dogs - (as in attached to a truck) - trailers, enclosed or not, that carry goods or are empty.

Doona - like a padded quilt that fits inside a cover and lies on the bed. Can have the warmth of two, three or four blankets, etc.

Donger - penis. Also another meaning is a place people sometimes sleep in, such as ‘dongers’ on mine sites.

Dunny - toilet. When used in the terms ‘built like a brick dunny’, it refers to something built solid, unmoveable.

Fire bug - arsonist

Firies - fire fighters

Garbo/s - the person/s who drive and/or load garbage onto the garbage truck.

Gee-gees - horses

Giggle-box - TV, television

Gob - mouth

Got his/her/their goat – annoyed him/her/them

Hoon/s - person/people who indulge in antisocial behaviour. Great explanation in Wikipedia

Iced Coffee/chocolate - a milk drink flavoured with chocolate or coffee

Jumper - sweater

Kick up a stink - make a fuss, get angry

Local rag - local newspaper

Lolly - sweetie, candy

Loo - toilet

Lug - face

Milo - chocolate malt drink. Can have it hot or cold. Yummy!

Moosh - slang for face/mouth

Mobile phone - cell phone

Mozzie - mosquito

NAD - No Abnormalities Detected

Nong - idiot

Nooky - sex

Paddy wagon - four wheel drive police vehicle carries four police in the double cab and has a filled-in imprisonment section in the back to place prisoners.

Panadol - paracetamol, similar to Tylenol in the US

Pav/s - Pavlova/Pavlovas - best dessert ever!

PCYC - Police and Citizens Youth Club

Pedal Pushers - three quarter pants/knickerbockers

Porking - having sex

Primapore - sticky patch with a pad in it, a medical dressing

Pub – hotel

Quack – derogatory term for a doctor

RAC - Royal Automobile Club of Western Australia. Covers insurance, holidays, loans, etc

Red backs - poisonous spider, black in colour with a red stripe on its back.

Root - sex

Rotty – Rottweiler breed of dog.

Rubbers – condoms

Sack - bed - as ‘in the sack’ meaning ‘in bed’

Servo - service station

Shag - sex

Sheila – female

Slab – carton of beer.

Smoko - morning tea and afternoon tea break

Snaggers - sausages

Soft drink - soda, fizzy drink

Sparkie - electrician

Spider (drink) - soft drink of choice with a scoop of ice cream in it

Stiffy - erection, boner

Subbies - sub contractors

Tea - some people call the evening meal dinner. In my family, we’ve always called it tea, as in breaky, dinner and tea, or breaky, lunch and tea.

Thongs - worn on the feet, same as ‘flip flops’

Tickled pink - delighted

Tim Tams - a brand of Arnott’s Biscuits. Yummy!

TLC - Tender Loving Care

Togs - bathers, swim suit

Torch - flashlight

Toot - toilet

Tradies - tradesmen

Tucker – food

Twistie – a brand of cheese-flavoured snack food. Yummy!

Ute - small truck

Vegemite - most Aussies find this spread yummy, many non-Aussies find it too salty. Here’s the hint - if you ever have Vegemite, use it spread thinly, never thickly!

Vollie - volunteers

Wacky baccy - marijuana

Wanger - penis

Waterworks - crying

Whopper - a lie

Yamaha & Suzuki - ‘brands’ of motorcycles.

You wally - silly

Chapter 1

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Sitting at the bar, Tim sipped from the glass of beer and watched the crowd reflected in the mirror. Music was pounding out and a group of dancers were gyrating in a corner of the bar. Bodies whirled and dipped, short skirts and jeans flashed around, and women wiggled and shook their bosoms while the men flexed their muscles and showed off their prowess.

There was only one bosom that Tim was interested in at that moment, and it belonged to Cindy Lawson. He couldn’t help but watch her bosom as she shimmied and rocked her way merrily around the floor. The tight top she wore not only clung to her generous bosom, but whatever bra she was wearing had pushed it up to eye-watering level. The generous curves almost threatened to spill out of her top.

She shook her ample bottom with gusto and her generously curved hips seemed to have a mind of their own as she swivelled them with the expertise of a belly dancer.

Shaking his head, Tim closed his eyes briefly while taking another sip of beer. Cindy Lawson was an out-of-control, overblown hour glass. Most plus-sized chicks he knew covered up their curves, but not Cindy. Oh no, she had to flaunt what she had in tight tops that showed every curve to advantage, and right now she also had on a skirt that had a slit – yes, a slit, damn it – right up the length of one plump thigh. Her blonde hair, recently dyed back to its original colour from the flaming red she’d previously had it, was pulled up in some intricate knot that had wisps of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks as she shimmied and boogied and basically tore up the dance floor in a pair of stilettos that had his toes cringing in sympathy.

How she didn’t go arse up on the dance floor, he’d never know.

She is some dancer, Rick observed, sipping on a Coke.

Is that what you call it? Tim slid his glance back to the mirror and held his breath when Cindy dipped low and her bosom threatened to come free completely from the tight confines of her top.

Going by the wide eyes of her dance partner, he was obviously hoping she would break free. Literally.

So. Rick looked at Tim’s reflection in the bar mirror. Not on call tonight?

Whatever made you think that?

You’re drinking alcohol.

What, you don’t think I could deal with a dog when I’m drunk?

I can’t deal with a human patient when I’m drunk, so I don’t see the difference with your animal patients.

True. Both can bite.

Rick grinned. Amen, brother.

They clinked glasses.

Nah, Tim said. I’m not on-call. He glanced in the mirror again but Cindy was lost from sight. What did catch his attention now was a sultry brunette with a short skirt and pouting lips, who was gyrating her hips in exaggerated slowness and watching him while licking her lips suggestively. Whoa. Get a load of this babe.

Rick’s glance was decidedly disinterested. Nice.

Nice? Are you kidding me? Tim grinned at the woman and she started to shimmy her way across the dance floor.

Oh yeah, that’s what he liked. A hot looker with great legs and a nice handful of bosom just right to fit into his palms. Neat little bottom and full, pouty lips.

Rick shook his head and sighed. You’re gonna regret this.

I doubt it. Tim grinned wider when the woman slid up onto the vacant bar stool on the other side of him. Hello, sugar. Nice moves out there.

He couldn’t see his friend, but he could imagine the eye rolling that was going on behind his back.

The woman licked her lower lip and gazed up at him from lowered, thick, and very obviously false eyelashes. Thanks. I’m Sassy.

He just bet she was. Tim. He stuck out his hand.

And I’m Rick, his friend said, sticking his head around Tim’s shoulder.

Tim elbowed him in the stomach and leaned closer to the woman. And he’s of no consequence.

Sassy smiled.

So. Tim ignored Rick’s chuckle, All alone tonight? Or with friends?

Perfume, thick and strong, surrounded him as she leaned forward, giving him a good eye-full of her cleavage. I came with friends, but I can leave without them.

There it was, the bold invitation. No messing around with this woman.

Really? He slanted a glance back to the dance floor. Male friends? Any problems there?

Just a group of friends, she assured him, and looked at the barmaid as she approached.

What are you drinking? Tim queried.

Beer.

He nodded to the barmaid then turned back to Sassy. So, Sassy. Celebrating anything?

Apart from meeting you?

Okay, that might be cause for celebration-

Rick groaned.

But, Tim continued, Any other reason?

No. Accepting the glass of beer, she ran her fingertips – talons, really – down the frosted surface before picking it up and taking a delicate sip. So, Tim, what do you do for a living?

Rick leaned forward on the bar to peer at Sassy. Puts his hand up horses’ arses.

Tim mentally swore. Some days it didn’t pay to keep company with friends when you were trying to pick up a girl.

Sassy raised her brows.

Ignore him, Tim said. The poor bastard’s drunk.

Her gaze fell to the Coke in Rick’s hand.

Rum in it, Tim said. Lots of rum. Mostly rum, actually. He looked at Rick. Do you mind?

Not at all. It’s always educational watching you.

What are you, fifteen?

Rick grinned widely.

Tim returned his attention to the beautiful brunette. What about you, Sassy? Model? Actress?

Miranda, Rick called to the barmaid, I’ll need another Coke. Fast.

Jesus, why did Rick have to pick now to get in a funny mood? Annoyed, Tim glared at him over his shoulder.

Laughing, Rick turned away to take his glass of Coke from the barmaid.

Coming from the opposite direction Tim spotted Cindy bouncing towards the bar. Yes, the woman was bouncing. Everything bounced, in fact. Bosom, hips, hair, even her eyes brimmed with sparkling delight. Seriously, what was with her?

Tim?

Refocussing on Sassy, he smiled. Sorry. Annoying friend and all. Let’s go find a table.

Taking her elbow, he picked up his glass and steered her through the crowded floor to the table, ensuring he strode right behind her so she could feel the heat of his body and get a good whiff of his English Blazer aftershave. Nothing like a little masculine scent to help get the hot blood flowing in a beautiful woman.

Gallantly holding the seat for her, Tim waited until she sat before taking the chair opposite.

My, she said. A gentleman. Not easy to find nowadays.

He merely smiled a little. So, Sassy, what do you do for a living?

I manage a clothing shop, Petite Creations.

Really? Why do I know that name?