Just About Sex
Satan's minion stormed into Dr. Simone Beaupre's office right before lunch and, with no prior warning, blew up her life.
She'd been sitting in her leather armchair, finishing a fifty-minute session. Her middle-aged clients, Gerald and Krystal Jackson, sat on the sofa, facing her. Simone closed her notebook and recapped her pen. "We're making progress, Krystal, but I think maybe next time we'll focus on why you're still so hostile toward Gerald now that we know his impotence is tied to his heart disease."
Krystal shot her husband a malevolent sidelong glance. "We don't need another session for that. I can tell you why I'm so pissed off. He's still smoking. That's why he can't get it up."
Gerald's chest puffed out. "I am not—"
Simone quickly held up a silencing hand; if these two got started again, she'd never make her lunch appointment.
Hurrying to her desk, she sat and pulled up her appointment calendar on the computer. "I have some time a week from Thursday, or I—"
Loud, angry male voices on the other side of her closed office door broke the peaceful silence. Simone and the Jacksons exchanged puzzled glances and th ... read full excerpt from: Just About Sex ebook
