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Morgan and Hannah are here for that reason.”
He smiled at the two of them benignly and continued. “But we thought it might be nice to try a bit of a different approach. Our other two couples are already married, and so this will be more of an intergenerational exploration of the role of sexuality in the context of marriage.”
Dr. Sheila leaned forward, her professional smile perfectly manicured. “Danita and Shaun are in a long-term marriage of twenty years. Timmy and Rachelle have been married only a year and have a three-month-old baby girl at home. Before we get into the specifics of how your individual couple sessions will be handled, why don’t we get to know each other a little better?”
Dr. Pat nodded. “Excellent way to start. Morgan . . . will you tell us something about yourself?”
Hannah felt Morgan stiffen. “Well, I’m a civil engineer, a native Floridian, and I recently proposed marriage to the woman sitting beside me.” He half turned and smiled, leaving Hannah on the hot seat.
She gulped inwardly, but managed not to blush. “I work as a personal shopper for the elderly . . . among other things, and I . . .” She trailed off, not sure what to say next.
Dr. Sheila filled the gap. “And have you set a wedding date?”
Now Hannah’s blush came in full force. “Not yet,” she muttered.
At a nod from the doctors, Danita spoke up. “I was a stay-at-home mom for eighteen years . . . then I got my real estate license, and I’ve been doing that ever since.”
Shaun crossed one ankle over his knee and stretched an arm behind his wife along the back of the sofa. “I work at Cape Canaveral in software systems . . . and I’m a runner.” He left it at that.
Poor Rachelle looked terrified when all eyes turned in her direction. But she was brave enough to speak even if she didn’t quite manage eye contact. “I dropped out of my sophomore year in college when we found out we were having a baby. I don’t have any real interests as far as getting a degree, but I want to be a good mom. My parents were really upset and insisted that me and Timmy come here for this counseling. They’re afraid we might split up.”
Timmy, still with youthful acne on his face, squeezed his wife’s hand. “And that’s just plain stupid,” he said quietly. “Me and Rachelle love each other like crazy. I’m still in school over at the community college. But I work evenings and weekends at an auto-body shop. I’m good with cars.”
Dr. Sheila smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle in her lab coat. “Very interesting, ladies and gentlemen. Now who wants to talk about sex?”
The comfort level in the room imploded in a million pieces, and Dr. Pat chuckled. “Don’t let her scare you. We’re not going to do any touchy-feely stuff, I promise.”
Hannah released the breath she had been holding. “Then what did you have in mind?” She’d never been bashful about speaking when she wanted or needed answers.
Dr. Sheila reached behind her into a briefcase and pulled out a binder. “We’re going to play a sexually oriented version of the old dating game that we like to call ‘If We Met in a Bar, Would You Do Me?’ ”
Morgan tried to sneak an unobtrusive look at his watch and failed. God, how much longer was it until eight thirty? Not that the game was really all that bad. No one had been put on the spot to answer any indiscreet or salacious questions. And part of it had even been cute.
But they had been talking about sex for an hour now, and it had been almost a week since he’d made love to Hannah. He was tired, and horny, and ready to bail on this Love Boat session. He cleared his throat and tried to look innocent and committed to the game.
Dr. Pat looked at his watch. “Well, ladies and gentlemen. We’d better wrap this up, because we still have to give you the information on how to proceed from here.” He took the binder from his wife. “Why don’t you tell them what comes next?”
Dr. Sheila
He smiled at the two of them benignly and continued. “But we thought it might be nice to try a bit of a different approach. Our other two couples are already married, and so this will be more of an intergenerational exploration of the role of sexuality in the context of marriage.”
Dr. Sheila leaned forward, her professional smile perfectly manicured. “Danita and Shaun are in a long-term marriage of twenty years. Timmy and Rachelle have been married only a year and have a three-month-old baby girl at home. Before we get into the specifics of how your individual couple sessions will be handled, why don’t we get to know each other a little better?”
Dr. Pat nodded. “Excellent way to start. Morgan . . . will you tell us something about yourself?”
Hannah felt Morgan stiffen. “Well, I’m a civil engineer, a native Floridian, and I recently proposed marriage to the woman sitting beside me.” He half turned and smiled, leaving Hannah on the hot seat.
She gulped inwardly, but managed not to blush. “I work as a personal shopper for the elderly . . . among other things, and I . . .” She trailed off, not sure what to say next.
Dr. Sheila filled the gap. “And have you set a wedding date?”
Now Hannah’s blush came in full force. “Not yet,” she muttered.
At a nod from the doctors, Danita spoke up. “I was a stay-at-home mom for eighteen years . . . then I got my real estate license, and I’ve been doing that ever since.”
Shaun crossed one ankle over his knee and stretched an arm behind his wife along the back of the sofa. “I work at Cape Canaveral in software systems . . . and I’m a runner.” He left it at that.
Poor Rachelle looked terrified when all eyes turned in her direction. But she was brave enough to speak even if she didn’t quite manage eye contact. “I dropped out of my sophomore year in college when we found out we were having a baby. I don’t have any real interests as far as getting a degree, but I want to be a good mom. My parents were really upset and insisted that me and Timmy come here for this counseling. They’re afraid we might split up.”
Timmy, still with youthful acne on his face, squeezed his wife’s hand. “And that’s just plain stupid,” he said quietly. “Me and Rachelle love each other like crazy. I’m still in school over at the community college. But I work evenings and weekends at an auto-body shop. I’m good with cars.”
Dr. Sheila smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle in her lab coat. “Very interesting, ladies and gentlemen. Now who wants to talk about sex?”
The comfort level in the room imploded in a million pieces, and Dr. Pat chuckled. “Don’t let her scare you. We’re not going to do any touchy-feely stuff, I promise.”
Hannah released the breath she had been holding. “Then what did you have in mind?” She’d never been bashful about speaking when she wanted or needed answers.
Dr. Sheila reached behind her into a briefcase and pulled out a binder. “We’re going to play a sexually oriented version of the old dating game that we like to call ‘If We Met in a Bar, Would You Do Me?’ ”
Morgan tried to sneak an unobtrusive look at his watch and failed. God, how much longer was it until eight thirty? Not that the game was really all that bad. No one had been put on the spot to answer any indiscreet or salacious questions. And part of it had even been cute.
But they had been talking about sex for an hour now, and it had been almost a week since he’d made love to Hannah. He was tired, and horny, and ready to bail on this Love Boat session. He cleared his throat and tried to look innocent and committed to the game.
Dr. Pat looked at his watch. “Well, ladies and gentlemen. We’d better wrap this up, because we still have to give you the information on how to proceed from here.” He took the binder from his wife. “Why don’t you tell them what comes next?”
Dr. Sheila
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