Alison has an extra little pep in her voice when she speaks into the microphone, “Mr. Murray here to see you, Dr. Clark,” she finishes on a high note. She must find him attractive. She always finishes on a high note when she’s attracted to someone.
“Let him come in,” I say back to her. A moment or two later, the door opens and in walks my first patient of the day. His shoulders are slouched low, he’s overdressed for a typical session, but his dark black hair and two day old scruff gives him a down to earth type of feel. He’s handsome and fit, a jaw bone that must have been carved from granite and a dimple the size of a thumb print in the middle of his chin.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Clark,” I greet him standing up and walking towards him with my arm outstretched. He shakes my hand firmly. Calluses rough as sandpaper grace my well moisturized palms and fingers.
“Dennis. Nice to meet you,” his voice is low and clear. He seems like a perfect gentleman. Nothing not to like and nothing on the surface that I would identify right away as a physical detriment to a sex life. Nothing at all.