.. Dr. Von Hauser, my psychologist!
My mother sent me to her on the advice of the school counselor because I "couldn't concentrate" on my classes. (Who could? They're boring as hell!) I hadn't
wanted to go, until I saw Dr. Von Hauser. Every gene devoted to German beauty was in her body! She was voluptuous, with a pretty if serious face, her hair
usually up in a bun. She had a thick accent, but it just made her even sexier in my mind. I'd had a few fantasies about her in the past. And now, one of them had
come true. I was seeing her completely in the buff!
And she saw me.
"Joe?" Is that you?"
She began to walk toward me.