Dr Chivers Will See You Now (Closed for Sidney_1)

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Dr Guy Chivers is at his desk in his consulting rooms in London's prestigious Harley Street having just returned from a working lunch with a female colleague going over initial notes for his next patient, 23 year old Brittany Stevens.

Guy is 44 years old, 6 feet tall with blue eyes and black hair with a little grey at the temples. Closing the file, he opens the door to a cupboard and takes out the new suit he collected from his tailor after lunch. Undressing, he puts it on and admires himself in the mirror. "Very good" he tells himself "and not an inch more cloth than last year. Not bad for someone who doesn't work out."

 

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Guy looks around his rooms ensuring the cleaner hasn't moved anything while he was at lunch. The room, whilst not in its original Georgian condition is still very impressive. The walls are covered in wood pannelling and his medical reference books cover one wall. There are two Chesterfield sofas in green leather; a beautiful wooden desk and a large Persian carpet; rich velvet curtains at the windows. In one corner there is a day bed. His examination room on the other hand, is very modern, but tastefully decorated in neutral colours with modern prints on the walls. All the furniture is in black, white and chrome

Doctor Chivers deals almost exclusively with sexual problems in women. The work satisfies him both professionally and sexually. The methods he uses aren't exactly orthodox and would probably raise a few eyebrows among the establishment. That said, he has a 100% success rate and have never had a complaint.

One more look in the mirror and he closes the cupboard and walks through the doors to his reception room. "Ah, Miss Stevens. How lovely to see you again." He says as Brittany rises to meet him. As he shakes her hand he asks "has Dawn been looking after you? I see she's given you the relevant paperwork. Shall we go through?"

Guy studied Brittany from behind as he showed her first through one door, then the other. Taking her coat and hanging it on the rack beside the door he told her to take a seat on a sofa while he collected her notes from her desk.

"So Brittany; just to be clear, last time we met you told me that during the past several months, you've had ‘difficult cycles’ and suffered with headaches and severe cramps and that your regular GP had tried you on several different medications, none of which had really helped."

Brittany nodded and Guy went on. "OK. Now, I've done some research and I have a few ideas and there are a few things I can try. First things first though, can I just have your insurance form and your questionnaire? Thank you. Would you care for tea or coffee while I check through them?"