“So tell me your problems sweetie.” Marlena sat in a chair with a pad and pen on her lap. She looked absolutely beautiful in the short red dress that she was wearing. Her patient was laying on the couch with her eyes closed. “Well, there’s this boy and he…” Suddenly the girl was cut off when the door busted open. Marlena gasped as she looked toward the door and could see Bo standing there. He quickly walked over to Marlena, grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Her pen and pad fell to the floor as Bo’s lips passionately kissed her. His hands were on the back of her head and she slowly raised her hands to his back. He kissed her so passionately that he dipped her. Then he pulled her back up and pulled out of the kiss. He stared into her hazel eyes. “Meet me at the pier.” He said tapping her on the nose. He kissed her one more time in a quick passionate way and then walked out of the room. Marlena could only stare at the door then she fell back hard in the chair smiling.
“Dr. Evans? Dr. Evans?” Jan was standing over Marlena waving her hand in front of her face. “Dr. Evans?” Marlena snapped out of it and looked up at Jan.
“What?” Jan placed her hands on her hips.
“You zoned out on me. Times up.” Marlena looked around her confused and then looked at the clock.
“It is? Oh Jan I am so sorry.” Jan smiled down at her.
“What were you thinking about? Was it Mr. Black?” Marlena quickly turned to look at Jan and her eyes were like two mysteries.
“No, I…I…” Marlena smiled and then stood up patting Jan on the arm. “You know what sweetie? Don’t worry about it.” Marlena walked Jan to the door. “When you make your next appointment we will just make it for a longer time.” Then she let Jan out and closed the door. She turned around and placed her back against the door then soon after that her head. She pulled the pad up against her and gripped it tightly. “Why am I fantasizing about Bo? I love John. I’m married to John.” Then Marlena felt like she was forgetting something. She pulled her head away from the door and looked around her and then she looked up at the clock. Her mouth opened in shock as she pulled away from the door. The she threw the pad on the couch, grabbed her purse and coat, and whipped open the door. “I’m late for a date with John.”
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