I escorted Dr. Von Hauser back to her office. Fully clothed she had no worries of being seen by any of her patients or associates. But I could tell that she was still shaken up by what had happened. At this point I started to think that she was overreacting a little. But then again, I had never been nude on a public street with plenty of onlookers before, so I had no idea how I would react to something like that.
We reached her office and walked inside. Her receptionist, Lisa, leapt out of her chair and said, “Oh, thank God, you’re OK!”
Dr. Von Hauser gave her a worried look and asked, “What do you mean?”
Lisa explained, “I heard there was a horrific car accident a few blocks over. I know you come that way and when you didn’t come back in time for you 1:00, I was afraid that you were in it!”
“Oh,” Dr. Von Hauser said, trying to invent an answer. “I got stuck behind it. It was a bad mess. I’m sorry I didn’t call you but I left my phone in my office.”
“Well I’m certainly relieved,” Lisa said. Lisa was young, about 22 or 23. From what I had seen of her in waiting for my previous appointments, she was jittery to say the least. As far as looks, she was no Dr. Von Hauser, but still good looking in her own way. She wore glasses that didn’t actually detract from the pretty face she had. Her body was not overly impressive, as she didn’t have what would be considered the perfect figure. But she was shapely in the right places and she had B cup breasts that always seemed to be perky. Her hair was a nice mane of red that ran down to her shoulders.
“Did Phyllis leave then?” Dr. Von Hauser asked.
“Yes,” Lisa told her, “I told her I’d call her to let her know when I heard from you. Should I do that now?”
“If you don’t mind,” Dr. Von Hauser said. “I need to get back on track and I’m already wasting Joe’s time right now.” Shoot, I thought. It was time for my appointment. How she remembered after everything she had gone through amazed me. I guess being back in her office snapped her into shape.
“That’s no problem, Dr.,” Lisa said.
“Shall we, Joe?” Dr. Von Hauser asked, looking back in my direction. I followed her back to her office. The first thing she did, as I took my place in the beige recliner I always sat in, was go behind her desk and pull out a set of high heels. “Told you so,” she joked. I smiled, happy to see that she was back in good spirits. She grabbed her small steno pad and a pen, and sat down in her chair across from me. “What’s been going on with you this week, Joe?”