| Straight: Threesomes: Visiting the Doctor (2/10) |
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now,' Juliet called over to me. She led me to his door, opened it and, as I passed, we brushed against each other. I turned to thank her and held her gaze for a moment longer than was necessary. Later, I promised myself. Later. The doctor rose to meet me. 'Good to see you again, Eve.' 'What a charming girl,' I said. 'Juliet? Yes, she's delightful. She's covering for Ruth. Her mother's an old friend. Juliet's interested in studying psychology – so she's come up from Cornwall for a couple of weeks to see what it's all about.' He took my jacket. 'Chair or couch?' 'Couch. Thank you.' I slipped off my shoes, rested my head on the cushion and stretched out. If Doctor Damon, ever the true professional, had any interest in my stockinged calves, his face didn't betray it. 'How have you been, Eve?' asked the doctor, taking his seat beside the couch. 'Good,' I said hesitantly. 'You don't sound certain. What about those dreams? Any more of them lately?' 'One. Last night. It was very vivid.' 'Did it disturb you?' 'Not disturb, exactly. It unsettled me.' The doctor crossed his legs and reached for his notepad. 'Why don't you tell me about it?' The sight of Juliet had distracted me, but I placed my hands on my stomach, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. 'First I need to tell you about a period in my past.' 'You know the rules, Eve. You can tell me whatever you want.' I settled back and began to disinter the past – that fateful summer. 'It all goes back to when I was about 18. I was travelling round France with my boyfriend, Jamie. We got to Cannes, and then we had the most appalling row. It was all about something and nothing, but in truth we should never have gone together. Anyway, I stormed off with all my gear. It was only later that I discovered that I'd left my travellers' cheques with him. I had only the cash in my pocket. I needed to get home. The only grace was that at least I spoke good French.' 'Yes, your mother's Belgian, isn't she?' asked the doctor. 'Yes,' I said, for some reason ridiculously pleased that he remembered the fact. 'I started hitchhiking. Eventually a young woman in an old Renault van picked me up. She must have been in her thirties. She was lovely, very exotic. We stopped and she bought me a meal. I told her about my predicament and she decided, there and then, that I must stay with her and her husband. The plan was that I would phone home and my parents could send me money to their address. Then I'd continue on my journey by train. I suppose I figured this would take a week or so. As things worked out, I stayed for nearly a month. 'The woman was called Isobel. She was married to Armand, a painter, and lived in a huge rambling chateau, just north of Aix.' 'What were they like, this couple?' Doctor D asked. 'Isobel was beautiful, like a |
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