I snap on a pair of gloves and drum my fingers on my spotlessly clean desk. The gloves are the only thing the board let me cling onto from my old ways and after a spell in rehab and a sex addiction course I was deemed fit to practice again. It has always made me giggle how we refer to it as "practising" no other line of work would take the years of studying into account and admit that we don't really know what we are doing.
I take a deep breath and risk a glance at the clock; it's a digital one after the incessant tick-tock of the old one threatened to tip me back over the edge. Surgery has been open a whole five minutes and I'm already bored out of my mind.
I sigh and press the buzzer to summon Mrs McGee. I like Mrs McGee she has a cracking pair of titties on her and I used to like to "examine" them regardless of what ailment she came in with. I managed to convince her once the best way to check for cancer was to suckle on her nipples for a few minutes. I think she knew it wasn't strictly true but preferred it to the honking I gave them when she came in with sore knees.
With a polite rap on the door she glides in and my heart melts, she is every bit as beautiful as I remember her. Sure at seventy five she is no spring chicken but she doesn't look a day over sixty eight. I smile and give her my best gp voice, authoritative yet gentle and soothing, I tell her to take a seat and tell me what the problems are today.
She sits and crosses her legs; there is a brief flash of stocking top and I'm instantly hard. I grip the edge of the desk until it feels like my knuckles are going to explode. Remembering the breathing exercises they taught me at the "retreat" I take a minute and find my centre. When I open my eyes she is staring at me with a worried look on her face.
"Are you ok doctor? Do you want me to take my top off?"
"I don't think that would help either of us at the moment Mrs McGee." I stammer, my grip on reality growing weaker by the second.
"But what about the lump I've found?"
"Oh yes, well you better had then hadn't you?"
As she slowly unbuttons her blouse I know I am at a crossroads in my life, I can continue on the path of the righteous or I can embrace the devil within. She unclips her bra, a lacy black number, and her perfect breasts drop to her knees.
Decision made, I snap on a few pairs of gloves and lick my lips.
It's going to be a long day.