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kind of advice in there for dealing with eternally pissed-off
patients like me.”
    “There’s no manual and there’s no one quite like you,
either. Even though there are other immortals, they generally know how they
became that way and how to manage… You know what? I’d like to increase the
dosage of your medication.”
    “Is that all you can do? Write a prescription?”
    “It might help.”
    “Un-fucking-believable.”
    “We could possibly work out payments on a sliding scale…”
    But it was too late. She was on her way out the door.

Chapter Three
    Fortunately, women get bolder as they get older.
    Sister Nancy Schreck
     
    Colin had both looked forward to and dreaded their next
meeting. Nothing turned him off like a belligerent patient but no one turned
him on like Lizette. She had marched out of his office one day and called to
set up another appointment the next. And he’d thought no one could surprise him
anymore. Well, it was time to face whatever she’d do today.
    “Come in, Lizette.”
    Why did she have to look like an ethereal pin-up girl each
time he saw her? His cock started to grow. On Monday she had resembled a
goddess of the sea, her long, damp hair hanging in wavy rivulets, dripping
water onto her breasts. She had been wearing a silver trench coat.
    Today, her soft halo of platinum-blonde curls framed her
heart-shaped face and the warmth of a sunny day meant everyone was shedding
extra layers of clothing. She wore a figure-hugging pink top with a short black
skirt over her perfect legs.
    “Are you feeling any better?”
    “Maybe. At least I don’t feel like choking someone for no
reason.”
    “That’s a start.” He smiled and hoped a better session was
in the offing as they settled into place.
    Lizette fixed her bright blue eyes on him. “Can I ask you
something?”
    “Hmm? Oh, yes. Of course.” Get your mind out of the
gutter and concentrate on your patient, Brayer.
    “If you were in my position, what would you do?”
    Colin took a moment to think about it. “That’s a good
question. I imagine I’d take stock of myself, look at what opportunities might
be realistic and try to pursue something meaningful and lucrative. That way,
even if I were stuck on earth for a seemingly unlimited number of years, I’d be
a lot happier about it. I’d also try to be patient with myself and learn new
technology slowly rather than giving up altogether.”
    She nodded. “That makes sense.” She leaned toward him and
rested her forearms on her knees. Her scoop neck dipped just low enough to
reveal her creamy white cleavage.
    Shit. I wish she’d stop making my mouth water.
    “So how would you go about finding something lucrative and
meaningful?”
    He stared at the door while trying not to think of her lush
curves. “Well, there are a few things you could do. Certain tests can help
determine what sort of careers you might enjoy. I’m not saying you’d have to
get a job in any of those areas, but it may point toward volunteer work you’d
like or an interesting hobby that might lead to some income.” He had to admire
her survival skills up to this point. The woman had lived in a time when
courtesan was a legitimate profession and yet she had adapted to modern life by
creating a product and selling it. She had even been business savvy enough to
maintain a low-profile presence in the company, thereby continuing to earn a
share of the profits. She had brains and guts. She just needed to find a new
way to use those attributes.
    “Great,” she said, perking up. “How can I get one of those
tests?”
    “I imagine you could start with vocational centers and
career counselors. You’ll probably find some in the Yellow Pages. Ask if they
offer Meyers-Briggs testing specific to career compatibility.”
    She cocked her head. “What’s that?”
    “A personality test named after the men who created it.”
    “Does it cost a hundred dollars an hour?”
    Colin wanted to chuckle, but it wasn’t funny.