“You need de-stressing, I need to get my mind off the fact that I haven’t been overburdened with patients today. So how about right now?”I swall...wed a piece of mutton. I needed to swallow, anyway. “Fine. Let’s go.”His motorcycle was in the basement car park of the same building in which he had his clinic. I regarded it with some trepidation.“You won’t crack my head open, will you?”“I always have a spare crash helmet.” He unlocked a bulging pannier and took it out, It was bright red. “Try it on,. “Martin... just relax... you are trembling... you don’t have to be nervous, you trust me don’t you?” “Oh I do,” I said “I will calm down in a minute.” “You don’t need to calm down” she smiled “you just need to relax”. We both laughed at that and the tension was broken. “Come up with me I am going to thank you for relieving my headache that time.” She took my hand and led me upstairs. “Now Martin let me take control of this OK? Just allow me to direct things.” I was relieved I didn’t have to. He told me that he wanted to do some thing with me that really turns him on and thinks I will enjoy just as much. He smiled taking my hand and escorting me to the master bedroom and master bathroom. We stopped a couple of times along the way to loose an article of clothing and by the time we were to the bathroom we were both completely naked. He turned on the shower inviting me in. I couldn’t help myself I just had to touch him, which was what I thought he intended by the shower. As we washed. I cast an appraising glance at the crucifix hanging on the wall by the door, assessing its power. I know instantly that the cheap oak has never felt the touch of holy water, that the cracked and varnished plastic form of Jesus in His suffering has never had those secret, powerful words muttered over it, that it is a mere decoration and not a talisman with any power against me. I laugh and my laughter tumbles and turns, transforming into my hands, sending the crucifix flying off the wall to.
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