Doctor Dave had sex with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long.
No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn't. The guilt was overwhelming. But every once in awhile he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said:
'Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to
have sex with one of his patients and you won't be the last. And you're
single. Just let it go Dave.'
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality
whispering:
'Dave...
Dave...
YOU'RE A VETERINARIAN, YOU SICK BASTARD!'
No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn't. The guilt was overwhelming. But every once in awhile he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said:
'Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to
have sex with one of his patients and you won't be the last. And you're
single. Just let it go Dave.'
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality
whispering:
'Dave...
Dave...
YOU'RE A VETERINARIAN, YOU SICK BASTARD!'
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