kathydwells
Darlene is my middle name, not my nickname
Doctor Dave
Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn't.
The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming.
There was also the dread of confronting his wife.
Every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said: "Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last".
"Just let it go, Dave."
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality, whispering:
"Dave...........You're a veterinarian, you sick bast***."
Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn't.
The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming.
There was also the dread of confronting his wife.
Every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said: "Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last".
"Just let it go, Dave."
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality, whispering:
"Dave...........You're a veterinarian, you sick bast***."
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