Diagnosis

"Well, Jenette," said Dr Drake, slowly looking up and giving her the opportunity to stop scratching in front of him.

Jenette **** her hands to her side. "What?"

"Oh, I think I have your diagnosis."

"Well, what is it?"

"It seems you're failure to relax is caused by stress. Other effects of this may be itching of...how should I put this...sensitive areas."

"Really?" asked Jenette as she sat up straighter. "Um. I can see that. I mean, I can agree with that, but what can I do?" Jenette was squirming.

"Well, what do you normally do to relax?"

"I work out, watch TV, sing, crap like that." Jenette squirmed a bit more.

"I think I have some more relaxation techniques for you to use. You seem very tightly wound and rather abrasive though."

"What the fuck?" asked Jenette. She clenched her teeth. "I mean, fuck!" she said as the itching grew worse, but cursing in frustration made it even worse. "God, what the fuck? I'll do anything!"