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Patterson, please. Let’s go, we can go get a coffee and talk about your feelings.”
    “No Allison, we can talk here. I promise I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry. I know you’re in need.”
    Where the hell did this come from? Allison knew she had to handle him with care. It was unbelievable that he was making a pass at her. “What...? No, please, Mr. Patterson, I’m okay taking care of myself.”
    “No you’re not!” he raised his voice demandingly. “I have watched you from the street of your office. You’re there working late almost every night. That’s not healthy.”
    Allison shuddered inwardly. She felt the need to convince him and calmly that she was fine. “I like being alone. Things aren’t the way they may appear to you.”
    “Yes, it is. Stop denying your true feelings. I’ve seen you there late every night, alone because you don’t have anyone to go home to, just like me. What a beautiful waste of time. I love you so much, Allison. We belong together.” There he said it, confessing his love.
    Alarms went off in Allison’s head. Ever since she was a young girl, she made every effort to downplay her gorgeous features. How did she get herself into this unwarranted situation? She always conducted herself in a professional manner with all her clientele. What went wrong? Her attire was extremely modest. She wore dark suits with her long waves pinned up tightly. There were times she made silly, clever and sassy comments, but never had she said anything sexual or misleading. When patients cried, she gave them a tissue to blow their nose, or she would offer a friendly hug to the females. Never had she given anyone the impression that she was promiscuous, or in Frank’s case, interested in an affair.
    “What? Frank. No. I’m your therapist. It’s my job to stay late—I have a boyfriend,” she lied then added, “I like you too, but not—”  
    He interrupted her. “No, you don’t understand. I can’t live without you. I think about you constantly. You are my angel. Kiss me, Allison.” He begged.  
    His dark haggard figure lunged forward, knocking her into the seat of the sofa. She rolled into the folds of the cushions and out quickly, trying to gain her equilibrium.  
    “No! Stay back,” she shouted, hustling to her feet.  She slid on a pile of newspapers and landed flat on her face. “Now look what you’ve done. Stay away from me,” she wailed, latching on to the arm of the sofa to stand, preparing to face him head on if she had to. “I am leaving,” Allison stammered.  
    “No. You can’t,” he screamed, his tone threatening.
    “This is totally insane! Frank, you need to step aside and let me by. Now!” she ordered loudly. 
    In that moment, he went berserk, accusing her of being the cause of his inability to get his manhood up for any other woman. How could he blame her? She had cured him of this penile dysfunction so his tirade didn’t make any sense to her.  
    Then, everything clicked into place after Frank confessed that he had been overusing the little blue pills that she prescribed. Every night he masturbated twice, or more, in front of her profile picture on her website which, in fact, was a very professional picture.
    Allison’s mind reeled when he told her it was time for them to experience the “real” deal. He informed her that if she would not give herself willingly, he would be forced to take what he wanted. Chills ran down the length of her spine; the kind of chills that warn you that it’s time to fight or flight. 
    It all happened so fast. Before she could react, her patient thrust her into a stronghold, pinning her up against the wall. She tried to escape, but his grip became increasingly secure. His hands frantically skated over her clothing, tearing at them as if he was unwrapping a present.  
    His breath panted, deep heavy groans escaped his lungs. His eyes filled with an incredible amount of rage and excitement. She begged for him to release