Behind The Dentist’s Mask: Pt 3

"She walked into her divorce meeting in war paint… and walked out straight into temptation."

I’m in the toilet cubicle washing my hands for the third time, staring at myself in the mirror above the sink. The soap smells like cheap lemons, and the fluorescent light is doing me no favours, but my outfit bolsters...

Behind The Dentist’s Mask (Pt 2)

"He turns up with wide-eyed hope. Will she run or take the risk?"

I’m sat at my desk eating lunch, it’s lasagne for the fourth time this week, and I’m absolutely sick of it. I can’t seem to get out of the habit of cooking a family-sized dinner every night, even though I...