There’s no worse feeling in the world than that of anxious anticipation, especially of the unknown. My patient Becca and I shared a wonderfully passionate intimate moment during our last session. After making her cum with my skillful fingers I gave Becca my email, so she and I can communicate outside the office without our respective spouses ever finding out.
So stupid! Did I do something wrong? What if she tells her husband? Worse, what if she complains? I should always take their contact, not the other way around. Fear started to creep up on me, and my confidence started to shake. My biggest anxiety was that I would lose my job, and that my wife will find out why. Minutes felt like hours, and days droned on like weeks! Painfully unbearable. What added to my paranoia was the simple fact that Becca hasn’t shown up for her treatments for a couple of days. Radio silent, and a no show, I thought every time I’d obsessively check my email, growing frustrated and angry. My mind was going crazy with every possible negative scenario.
The relief I felt when I finally received her email was completely indescribable. All she wrote was;