Joe looked at his psychiatrist, completely naked except for her black pumps, naked crossing her legs and sitting with her notepad looking at him.
"N-Nothings wrong, Doctor." He managed to choke out as he took a good look at the good doctors large, firm breasts displayed in all their glory, her nipples beginning to stiffen in the offices cold interior.
"Now Joey I'd like to pick up where we left off last week wh-"
Joe wasn't listening, under his breath he wished that all he had to do was think the wish to make it happen and that the wish would only work if he was concentrating and he wanted it to work. That would eliminate the danger of making a wish while he was drunk or high and maybe prevent an accidental trip to the moon.
"... And what I'm really trying to say Joey, is that I believe you have some deep rooted depression and anxiety issues that I think we should work on." Dr. Von Hauser continued, oblivious to Joe's internal monologue.
"Yeah I'm of the neurotic sort I guess." Joe dismissed, lying back on the couch.
Joe rolled his eyes as Von Hauser started talking again, god this was boring. Why was she being payed for telling him what he already knew from searching google?