Head into Dr.Ivy's office.

Doing his best to ignore eye contact with Ella, who seems to be taking more interest in him than ever, Xander makes his way down the hall.
He'd always seen the redhead as cute, but she'd never seemed to so obviously be eyefucking the boy, and it must be said, Xander figured it was the obvious bulge in his khakis. Though maybe he was just being self conscious.

With a knock at the door, he heard Madison call him in, sweetly.

There she was, the constantly stunning Dr.Ivy

How such a hottie was both in her thirties, and highly qualified in psychology, seemed a little beyond him. She was a total knockout, and it didn't make for the easiest of concentration during therapy. It did make for good jerk fodder though.

"Take a seat, honey.. how are you going?" she asked, moving from her desk towards an armchair, opposite the couch Xander would sit on.