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[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

So. Tell me about your mother.

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Like I wanted to eat him alive?

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

Well, many cultures have a feeling for that. It's called 'cannibalism'.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Ew. Not that kind of feeling, Doctor. Ew. That's just, ew.

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

So you had a feeling for this doctor?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I should be telling you this. You might, like, tell my dad or something.

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

No, you're covered under the client patient privilege. Unless you want me to tell your dad. You've been a bad, bad girl.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

NO!

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*is quiet, wondering if he's 'the doctor' Annette has a thing for*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

I mean, no, please don't tell my father. This doctor, well, he tried to kiss me once.

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

And how did you react?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*whispers* I could barely breathe.

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

And then?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*she was distracted, thinking hard*

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*he waited*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*her fingers might have unwittingly went to the top button of her blouse*

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*he kept waiting*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*and undid it, and the next two*

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*sits back a bit*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*runs her fingertips back and forth over the upper swell of her cleavage, and bites her bottom lip*

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*gives her the American Trauma Victims Association offical 'continue' nod*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

*notices that nod, notices suddenly what she has done* Ohmigod!

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

*Continue nod*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

I, uh, I- *she did her blouse back up* I was shirtless at the time.

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

I see. *leans back in the chair and waits for lapdance*

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

I just sort of, well he was listening to my heart, and I was looking at his face, and mouth, and his fingers were warm... I shouldn't be telling you this.