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John Bailey - The therapist.

I'm staring at the clock at my wall, time is going slow today just when i needed it to go faster.

Mrs. Mullfort keeps talking rubbish, wasting my time.

She has been talking for more than one hour and I wonder why she even comes here.

I'm trying to listen to her but my mind is not with her.

It becomes annoying, she keeps telling me about how her husband treats her and how she wishes her husband to be more like me and than always at the end of those sessions, she throws those flirty hopeful glances at me....jeez woman! get a grip or go to a marriage counselor, but stop bothering me!! I think in silence.

I grab my drink from my drawer, nobody knows what's inside only me knows it's a good old Scotch and at these kind of sessions i need it to get true it.....i know i should not....definitely not, with my past and all that but....old habits die hard as they say!

"Doctor John, are you here, are you listening to me?" I hear that unnerving high pitched voice of tha