disclosing to Matt that Jennifer had lived in Michigan in her youth. Not that he would have made a connection with little Jenny Thornhill. But there was no sense in taking a chance that he might suddenly realize Dr. Jennifer Monroe was the fourteen-year-old girl he'd taken to that long ago Christmas dance.
"Well if he's not married," Alva said glumly, "then he must be gay. Damn. Seems like all the best looking men are either married or gay."
Chapter 5
The last time he'd perspired like this, Matt thought, had been during football drills in college. If merely looking at his reference books on sexuality had him sweating bullets, what made him think he could discuss the subject with Jennifer Monroe?
Matt slammed closed the textbook on female sexuality. The dry reference book had almost put him to sleep when he'd read it years ago. Now, however, he felt as if it blistered his fingers. After going through the books in his personal library, books he'd have recommended to any patient who came to him with sexual problems, he'd decided that it was the only one he thought he might be able to discuss with Jennifer.
He sighed and reached for the phone. Last night when Jennifer had asked him to see her today, he'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to go to the Dallas Cowboys game with Kevin and a couple other guys.
Kev was really going to be ticked off about this. Matt didn't think Kev would appreciate being dumped because of a woman. Especially when Kev had finally had the guts to stand up to his own overly possessive girl friend and tell her that he was going out with the guys to a Cowboys game.
When Kev came on the phone, Matt broke the bad news to his former college roommate. He was right. Kevin didn't understand.
"Well, Penrose, exactly what is it you've got to do that's more important than watching the Cowboys kick some New York butt?"
"I told you, something unexpected came up."
"What? A baby to be delivered?"
"No, there's a woman that I've got to see."
"Great!" Kevin interrupted, disgust evident in his voice. "You finally decided to make room in your life for fun, and you want to waste the time with a woman?"
Matt laughed. "Get over it, Kev. Besides, I'm not dating this woman. I just need to talk to her."
"Couldn't it wait?"
"Sorry, buddy. I've got to see her." Matt realized as he spoke that he did feel an incredible need to see Jennifer again. But not as a patient. He wanted their encounter to be as a man and a woman. And that was going to be a problem.
"Geez! If you only knew the hell I went to with Wendy over this," he grumbled.
"Sorry, pal," Matt said and meant it. Before they ended the conversation, they made arrangements to go to the next home game if they could score some tickets.
Matt grabbed his keys and the heavy book. Feeling like a traitor to poor downtrodden men like Kevin, he left his apartment. Despite his anxiety about the afternoon ahead, he also felt anticipation humming through his bloodstream.
As he backed his caramel-colored Jaguar out of his garage, he selected the Doobie Brothers greatest hits album and turned up the volume. Call him a throwback, but he loved classic rock from his parents' generation. All the way to Jennifer's condominium, he tried to convince himself that the excitement he felt at the prospect of an afternoon with the lovely Dr. Monroe was intellectual, not physical. All the same, he feared it was going to be a hellishly long afternoon.
* * *
"Alva, I'm sorry about this afternoon. I completely forgot that I had set up a, uh, session." Jennifer felt bad about lying to her friend, but she couldn't tell her the truth.
"But, Jen, you've never seen patients at home."
"Well, this isn't exactly a patient. It's just a thing I have to do.
"But you promised to go to the fashion show with me."
"I know, and I am sorry." Jennifer gnawed her bottom lip. "Alva, is everything all right?" There was a note in her friend's voice that she hadn't heard before.
Alva
"Well if he's not married," Alva said glumly, "then he must be gay. Damn. Seems like all the best looking men are either married or gay."
Chapter 5
The last time he'd perspired like this, Matt thought, had been during football drills in college. If merely looking at his reference books on sexuality had him sweating bullets, what made him think he could discuss the subject with Jennifer Monroe?
Matt slammed closed the textbook on female sexuality. The dry reference book had almost put him to sleep when he'd read it years ago. Now, however, he felt as if it blistered his fingers. After going through the books in his personal library, books he'd have recommended to any patient who came to him with sexual problems, he'd decided that it was the only one he thought he might be able to discuss with Jennifer.
He sighed and reached for the phone. Last night when Jennifer had asked him to see her today, he'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to go to the Dallas Cowboys game with Kevin and a couple other guys.
Kev was really going to be ticked off about this. Matt didn't think Kev would appreciate being dumped because of a woman. Especially when Kev had finally had the guts to stand up to his own overly possessive girl friend and tell her that he was going out with the guys to a Cowboys game.
When Kev came on the phone, Matt broke the bad news to his former college roommate. He was right. Kevin didn't understand.
"Well, Penrose, exactly what is it you've got to do that's more important than watching the Cowboys kick some New York butt?"
"I told you, something unexpected came up."
"What? A baby to be delivered?"
"No, there's a woman that I've got to see."
"Great!" Kevin interrupted, disgust evident in his voice. "You finally decided to make room in your life for fun, and you want to waste the time with a woman?"
Matt laughed. "Get over it, Kev. Besides, I'm not dating this woman. I just need to talk to her."
"Couldn't it wait?"
"Sorry, buddy. I've got to see her." Matt realized as he spoke that he did feel an incredible need to see Jennifer again. But not as a patient. He wanted their encounter to be as a man and a woman. And that was going to be a problem.
"Geez! If you only knew the hell I went to with Wendy over this," he grumbled.
"Sorry, pal," Matt said and meant it. Before they ended the conversation, they made arrangements to go to the next home game if they could score some tickets.
Matt grabbed his keys and the heavy book. Feeling like a traitor to poor downtrodden men like Kevin, he left his apartment. Despite his anxiety about the afternoon ahead, he also felt anticipation humming through his bloodstream.
As he backed his caramel-colored Jaguar out of his garage, he selected the Doobie Brothers greatest hits album and turned up the volume. Call him a throwback, but he loved classic rock from his parents' generation. All the way to Jennifer's condominium, he tried to convince himself that the excitement he felt at the prospect of an afternoon with the lovely Dr. Monroe was intellectual, not physical. All the same, he feared it was going to be a hellishly long afternoon.
* * *
"Alva, I'm sorry about this afternoon. I completely forgot that I had set up a, uh, session." Jennifer felt bad about lying to her friend, but she couldn't tell her the truth.
"But, Jen, you've never seen patients at home."
"Well, this isn't exactly a patient. It's just a thing I have to do.
"But you promised to go to the fashion show with me."
"I know, and I am sorry." Jennifer gnawed her bottom lip. "Alva, is everything all right?" There was a note in her friend's voice that she hadn't heard before.
Alva
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