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perverts on the loose worldwide. Now, surely you
don't want your girls to leave school and fall prey to such people,
do you?"
    "Well, I... a
one-to-one talk, you say?"
    A one-to-one fuck . "Yes, a one-to-two
talk in comfortable surroundings and in complete and utter
confidence."
    "All right, I
agree. I'll ring back later and make the appointments with your
receptionist."
    "Excellent! A
most wise decision, Brother Barren-Womb. You've obviously been
guided by the Lord."
    "Yes,
obviously."
    "Your interest
in the girls' welfare has demonstrated your belief in the Lord
admirably!"
    "Thank you.
Goodbye, doctor."
    Meditating at
his desk, Larry wondered whether the time had come to dismiss the
moody Miss Moodie. There was no denying she was efficient, running
reception and the appointments system commendably. But she was
always prying, training her beady eye on him, her radar ear to
closed doors. He'd suspected for some time that the woman was a spy
sent by his rival, Gina Cology, who'd been trying to get his
flourishing practice outlawed. But as yet, Monica had come up with
no positive proof of her employer's debauched ways. "If she knew
half the things I get up to in the examination room!" Larry
chuckled smugly as a loud knock sounded on the door.
    "Ah, Monica!"
he smiled as the portly woman entered the room. "Brigit remembered,
then?"
    "Remembered
what?"
    "To tell
you... never mind."
    "You wanted to
see me?"
    "Yes, yes I
did. Please, be seated."
    "I'd rather
stand."
    "The
prerogative's yours, Monica."
    "There's your
mail," the matron mumbled, dumping a pile of letters on the
desk.
    "Oh, right.
Now, Monica, we've had our differences in the past."
    "I know we
have!"
    "Yes, of
course. Er... who was that man you were speaking to in the car
park?"
    "He... he was
lost - I directed him."
    "A wise
decision. Where did you direct him to?"
    "To where he
wanted to go, of course."
    "Yes, yes
quite. He wasn't a private client, was he?"
    "What do you
mean?"
    "You're not
moonlighting, giving sex therapy on the side, in the car park?"
    "No!"
    "As you well
know, moonlighting is rewarded with instant dismissal - especially
in the car park. I made the rules, and I'll stick to them... you'll
stick to them. Have you spoken to Gina Cology recently?"
    "Er... no, not
since she offered me a job last week."
    "I see. One by
one, we're taking all her clients, Monica. Although I say it
myself, they come to me because of my professionalism."
    "Hardly!"
    "Tell me,
Monica, how's life treating you?"
    "Life never
treats me."
    "How sad.
How's your leg, the one you broke some time ago at the old bags'...
I mean, the old girls' reunion?"
    "What's my leg
got to do with anything?"
    "I was only
asking after your welfare. It's my duty to care for my staff. It's
unfortunate... fortunate that you didn't break your neck when you
fell over in your drunken stupor. How is your drink problem?"
    "I wasn't
drunk! I'd only had two glasses of wine!"
    "Yes, yes, of
course you had."
    "Your next
client rang to say she'll be late."
    "Who was
that?"
    "Miss
Kneetrembler, which I very much doubt is her real name."
    "Some clients
don't like to use their real names, Monica."
    "No, obviously
not!"
    "Change the
names to protect the guilty, that's what I say."
    "You
would!"
    "Talking of
which, how's your husband?"
    "I had cause
to throw him out."
    "Had you made
his life difficult?"
    "Of course
not! He made my life impossible!"
    "Being thrown
out of the house must have been an immense relief for him."
    "It was an
immense relief for me!"
    "What had he
done? Nothing illegal, I hope?"
    "He had
disgusting habits which... it's personal."
    "I'd blame
myself if I were you, Monica."
    "I don't blame
myself!"
    "Was it
sex?"
    "Sex?"
    "The reason
for the irreparable marital breakdown - sex, was it?"
    "We never had
sex! I'm a Catholic."
    "Ah, say no
more, Monica - say no more."
    "I must get
back to reception."
    "Yes, back to
work. I'm sorry to hear of your broken marriage. Still, it happens
to the worst of