An Incompatible Relationship

Dr Darke went into the waiting room to call his next client.

"Chanel Dawson?"

"Yeah"

The doctor could tell immediately that this girl had something of an attitude and she was hardly dressed appropriately for his session but neither of those things bothered him at all.

"So how can I help you Miss Dawson?"

"It's Mrs, actually" Chanel corrected the doctor as she sat down and put her feet up casually on his desk "That's why I'm here. My idiot husband thinks you can hypnotise me into being the perfect wife or something."

"I see. And what about your marriage does your husband find imperfect presently?"

"Well I suppose he finds it imperfect presently.." Chanel replied in a voice that made it clear she was mocking Dr Darke "that I won't fuck him. Oh, and he caught me cheating on him three times."

"You were unfaithful to your husband three times? With three different men?"

"No, I said he caught me three times" Chanel almost sounded proud of herself "I've probably cheated on him, like, a hundred times with twenty different men. Like I said, my husband is a fucking idiot"

"Don't you feel guilty?"

"Not really"

"Do you love your husband?"

"No, I never have"

"Then why on Earth did you marry him?"

"Because he is extremely rich and likes to spend all of his money on me. It's less like a marriage, more like a deal. He gets a hot chick on his arm, I get paid. But he's about seventy or something. I have needs he can't satisfy, surely he has to understand that."

"I think I see the problem quite clearly. This seems to be an incompatible relationship." Dr Darke nodded.

"Well, I bet you were top of your fucking class" Chanel sneered "So, Doctor Dork, can you cure me of not wanting to fuck a creepy old dude?"