"COGNITIVE BEHAVIORAL therapy might work on her," Doctor William, the therapist I just got introduced to by Diana—our family doctor—says. After Diana gave me an ointment for my throbbing ass I took the chance and asked her if there was a way to cure one's fear of the dark.
"Do you have nyctophobia, Lucas?" She asked in that comforting motherly voice of hers, a voice that doesn't in the slightest bit match her image.
Even though she's turning thirty-eight soon, her looks are way beyond human nature. She's aging slowly like a vampire, and so is her body. If I had a thing for older women she'd surely have been the first person on my hit list, but I don't so we're good.
"No, but my—" I paused glancing at the door. Should I introduce her as my girlfriend to my doctor or is she going to get mad at me for that? "My friend might."
"You mean the girl outside?"
I slowly nodded at her commentary, adjusting myself in my seat and returning to business. "So?"