Thursday, April 19, 2007


The aptly-named Dr. Isaiah Tusch was, without exception, the most well-regarded proctologist in the entire state. More than a few would have said “the entire country.”

Nobody was more knowledgeable about the Nether Regions of the human body. Nobody could conduct a physical examination more expertly. Nobody could palpate a prostate more professionally. The snap of his gloves as he put them on was like music, and patients queued up outside his waiting room to hear it in their turn.

His hands were his livelihood, and so he insured them: Lloyd’s covered his Ring Finger for a cool thirty mil.

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