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voicemail in my inbox, pressing call on my phone I listen intently to the message.
    ‘Good Morning Miss Riley, this is Candy from Dr Harmon’s office. I would like to offer you an appointment for Wednesday morning at 9.50 a.m. If this is not convenient for you could you give me a call back. Thank you and I hope to see you soon.’ I press call end and smile.
    Oh my ! I have butterflies this is ridiculous, how can I be excited over seeing this man! I have never reacted like this before in my life. I try to think back and honestly I don’t think I have ever reacted like this about a man ever. I mean I have had relationships before but I don’t think I have ever been in love. My last relationship, if you can call it a relationship, was a disaster from start to finish. Joe was a lovely bloke really, very loving and caring and I had feelings for him, but I don’t think I ever loved him. He was a selfish lover, his idea of foreplay was trying to shove his fist up me until I either told him it hurt or faked an orgasm. The latter the usual approach. I think I had one orgasm whilst dating the bloke, and that was helped on by a little bullet device I had bought myself from the sex shop in town. Eventually I had enough and called it a day. I haven’t seen him since. I glance up from my phone to see Jenny watching me like a hawk.
    “Why are you grinning like the Cheshire cat?” she asks with a curious look on her face. I can’t get anything past this woman.
    “I’ve had my appointment to go and see my shrink.” I shrug it off like it’s no big deal.
    “Why has that made you smile like you just won the lottery then?” Oh why does she have to be so damn nosey? “What’s he like this head doctor then? I guess from the look on your face it is a he and not a she?” How does she tell these things? She’s like Mystic Meg.
    “Yes it is a he, and he is alright, I suppose.”
     
    In a captivating, smouldering, drop dead gorgeous kinda way.
     
    Jenny rolls her eyes at me and laughs. “Shall we order some tea and open the wine?” she offers. I go to get in to my pyjamas and I bring our duvets out to the sofa. We settle down and find something to watch on the TV. The plan is to eat Chinese take away, drink copious amounts of wine and bang the world to rights. I start thinking about my appointment on Wednesday, and decide that I should treat myself to a new outfit. I make a decision to spend tomorrow clothes shopping. Retail therapy is just what the doctor ordered.
     
    Can you get any lamer, Isabelle?

Chapter Three
    On Wednesday morning, I arrive at the offices of Dr Damon Harmon. Ph.D. promptly at 9.40 a.m. I thought I would show willing and arrive a bit earlier than my appointment.
     
    Yeah you keep telling yourself that, Isabelle. It’s not because you have been desperate to see him and haven’t stopped thinking about him?
     
    I admit the thought of seeing him again has delighted me, but it has also terrified me. I am wearing, my new summer Maxi dress, matching heels and clutch bag. I also bought myself some new costume jewellery, in the form of a silver chain with a lock and key pendant on. I also treated myself to the matching earrings. I had seen them in the store and thought how perfect they were, the lock representing my head and the key unlocking what hides inside.
     
    The enzyme and the substrate.
     
    I have decided to leave my hair down, letting the natural wave flow down to my breasts. I quickly pull my lip-gloss out of my bag, applying the soft pink gloopy mixture to my ever-drying lips. The receptionist looks up from her computer screen. She appears be in her late thirties, with short copper coloured hair, dazzling brown eyes and thick pouty red lips. She gives me a smirk and I wonder to myself if all Dr Harmon’s female patients come dressed like this.
     
    Of course they do Isabelle, he probably has a string of girlfriends scattered across Manchester.
     
    I remember the dreams that I have been having