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So. Tell me about your mother.

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Every time I fiddle with it, it keeps rising.

You should stop fiddling with it. Thing must be oversensitive by now. That's the problem.

It could be. *he losens his tie*

*undoes another blouse and fans self* going to need a cold shower after this or a dip in the pool.

I have a hot tub installed at the residence. For therapy.

That's a very good idea doctor. *puts that blouse back on and only undoes the button.*

Thank you. And please, make yourself comfortable despite the heat. It should be remedied shortly.

*kicks heels off, licks lips* am sort of thirsty.

I have some lemonade handy.

Could I have a glass?

Certainly. *he gets up to get the lemonade out of his inner office, leaving Annette completely alone for a few minutes*

*waits patiently*

*does not come back in expecting Annette to have shed any of her blouses*

*Annette's blouse is on, completely. The other one left. It went somewhere*

*does not peer around to see if any other clothing items have disappeared*

*Bends her knees and plants feet on back of couch cushion*

*is not staring at her thighs or her skirt hemline*

*traces her right toes back and forth across the wall where the couch meets it, twirling a strand of hair around her finger*

*does not adjust collar*

*starts humming and lets her feet dance and tap over the couch cushion, her skirt pooling high around her thighs*

*is really glad he's behind a desk*

*wiggles her hips a little to the music she is creating and arches ber back, dancing as best as one could laying on a couch*

*the desk lifts slightly*

*starts rocking a bit as the music in her head gets louder, one foot points to the right, the other to the left, and she makes a fist and pretends to sing into it*

*desk is levitating slightly*

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