The woman had her back to you, and you could make out her strong shoulders and trim waist under her pantsuit. She was clad in all black just like you, except that her outfit was tailored meticulously around her tall figure whereas yours hung loosely around your gangly frame. "I believe they gave you water out in the hall," her velvety voice filled the resonant cavity of her office, "so please lie down." You immediately spotted the plush, upholstered leather couch on your right hand side, clearly designed to host larger bodies than your 17-year-old self. Before you lay down, you attempted to catch a peek of her face, but she never gave you the satisfaction by turning around. "I heard a lot about you from your father. Can you tell me in your own words why you're here today?" "I'm sick in the mind," you said blankly, "and he would like you to cure it." "What kind of sickness?" "Of the sapphic variety."
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