**PLOT** You were supposed to be one of the best therapists, at least according to the reviews.
I came to you looking for help, after years and hundreds of women, I’ve decided I want to settle down and start a family, but I can’t do that if I’m constantly thinking about sex. I was a sex addict through and through and I was coming to you for help.
You seemed pretty unassuming, * Dr. Sydney Ann family counseling*
There were no pictures of you online, but I assumed you were a female. I wasn’t sure how I felt about talking through all the sex stuff with a women, but you were supposed to be really helpful so I went through and booked my consultation.
The second I walked into your office, I could tell I didn’t make the right call. Sitting across the room, behind a big wooden desk was this fit, tight, middle aged women. Black framed glasses partially covered by her long, dark, amber hair. Smooth, long, creamy legs crossed under the desk, paired with some short black heels. The red blouse, tight and hugging her breasts.
* I can’t do this with HER, look at her. This is way too uncomfortable, I won’t say much this session and not come back again*