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Dr. Jason Green sat at his neatly organized desk while double checking to make sure he didn't have any more appointments for the afternoon. If not, he had planned to leave the office a little early. But just when he saw that his afternoon was clear, and was about to make plans for the evening, his secretary informed him of a phone call for him. "I'll take it." he said. "This is Doctor Green, how may I help you?" It was true, he was a doctor, technically. A psychologist, but still a doctor. And he had no problem calling himself that, seeing how successful he had become in establishing his own office, and managing to keep a sufficient number of patients. "Yes, Doctor Green, my name is Angela Stevens, I'm a professor at the university. I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time to meet with you this afternoon?" From her voice he could tell that she was fairly young, but still not far away from him in age. Meeting with someone this afternoon was not what he had in mind, but he had to admit that she sounded rather attractive, and he was a little curious as to what she wanted, so in the back of his mind, he was considering it. "Do you mind if I ask what this is about Mrs Stevens?" He asked. "Yes, I have planned to do a personal study on the behavioral characteristics of sex offenders, and I know that you are the only physchologist in town that offers group therapy for convicted sex offenders. I just wanted to see if I could have some access to your patients for my study?" He knew that that wasn't something that he could really do since so many of the people that came to the group were very paranoid about being confidential, and not being found out, but he didn't want to tell her that over the phone, mainly because she sounded very friendly, and he wanted to at least hear her out before he said no. "Well, Mrs Stevens, if you want I can meet with you this afternoon to discuss that with you, but I would prefer if it would be soon because I had planned to leave a little early today." "No problem, in fact, i'm right down the street from you now, I can meet you there in ten minutes if you want. Is that ok?" "Sure, that's perfect, gives me plenty of time to plan out the rest of the afternoon. I'll see you then." "Okay, thanks, see you in a few. Bye." "Bye" He rose from his desk and walked to the bathroom to freshen up before she got there. Upon getting there, he threw some water in his face, and used a little bit of the deoderant in the counter, but not so much that the smell would be overbearing. It was a little sudden, but he was looking forward to meeting her. It was true that he was the only one in town that counseled sex offenders, at least in a group setting. No one else really wanted to do it. And to be honest, neither did he, but it gave him a strong advantage financially since the city was so full of perverts and rapists. It was the source of most of his business. After he freshed up for a few minutes, he heard the electronic chime as the front door opened, and he knew that she must have arrived, so he walked out to meet her. When he got to her, he was not dissapointed at all. She was very beautiful. She had long red hair, that was more dark than it was bright, and wore a purple sweater with a black short that stopped just above her knees. She had very pretty blue eyes, and had on a reddish lipstick that seemed to go quite well with her hair. Upon seeing him, she smiled, and he found that she had a very pretty smile. He was indeed impressed with what he saw. "Mrs Stevens, I'm Dr. Green, I think i just spoke with you. Please, step into my office." "Thank you." They both walked into the office and he sat in the chair behind his desk as she sat in the plush chair directly in front of the desk. "You mentioned doing a study on sex offenders?" he asked. "Yes, what i had in mind, was i really wanted to be able to sit in on your group and observe the group, if thats ok?" "Well, this is the problem, confidentiality is very much of a concern, and letting you sit in on a group would violate that. I have to think about the patients well being. But if you want, I could answear any questions you may have." "Well, for this particular study, I would have to have at least some access to the patients, it is very important." He found her statement to be strange, and started to doubt her story so he asked, "What university did you say you were from?" She stopped and he could see that he had caught her off guard, and he even thought that he detected a note of worry in her expression. More concerned for her than upset he said, "You're not really from the university are you?" She bowed her head in acknowledgement knowing her story had not panned out, and he could detect some frustration in her that she was trying to hide. "Angela, what is this all about?" Her answear was long in coming, "I am trying to find out if you have a patient named James Garrison. You see, a few months ago, he...." "He raped you didnt he?" He knew the answear as soon as he asked it because it instantly brought tears to her eyes wich provoked sympathy in him for her. He could tell that whatever James did, (Who is one of his patients) it had affected her strongly, and for the first time, his empathy for his patients and what they went through during their arrests was beginning to fade. He saw the damage that was done just in her reaction, and it angered him that such a beautiful girl could have been traumatized by such a selfish person. "I can only assume you came here for some sort of retribution?" "Yes, he didn't even go to jail, he was just ordered to come to you for therapy, and was put on probation, how is that fair? He raped me." He had to admit, she had a point. He walked over to her, took her face in her hands, and raised it until her eyes met his, and with all the sympathy and compassion he could muster he asked, "What would you like me to do?" "Well, maybe if you could just give me his address, I could.." He cut her off, "I don't think thats such a good idea, I'd hate to see something happen to you." He stopped and thought for a second, and then said, "What if I told you I had an idea, and was willing to help you? Would you go along with it?" She looked at him, and smiled a little, and that reminded him why he was doing this. He gently whiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled as she said, "I will gladly go along with anything that will pay him back for what he did to me." With that, they began planning.
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