A few moments later Cynthia returned with the tea in her hand, "I wouldn't want you to miss out on this." She then sets down the cup in front of Cecilia. Straightening she smiles and then turns, the door closing quietly behind her.<br/><br/>*****************************************************************************<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1051.photobucket.com/albums/s426/Arioch45/Psychologist.jpg)</div>A few minutes later a door on the other side of the room opens up and a 6'2" man walks in. He is wearing a pair of khacki slacks and a blue polo shirt which he seems to be filling with an athletic frame, though not overly muscular. In his hands are a drink and a iPad, "Sorry about the wait." He smiles warmly and lets the door close behind him as he walks toward the chairs, his blue eyes looking her over quickly, 'I'm Dr. Michael Jameson." When he arrives at the table he sets down the iPad and extends his hand toward her, "Pleased to meet you."<br/><br/>After he shakes her hand he sits down in the chair to her right and sets down his drink before picking up the iPad again and crossing his legs, "And please, call me Michael or Mike. I like to keep things relaxed and informal."   He then sits back in the chair, "I took a quick look at your questionnaire responses and I want you to know that I have treated clients like yourself.  Don't feel that you are alone or that nobody would relate to your situation.  It is a little more common than most people believe." His fingers tap against the screen and he skims something, "What I would like to do is answer any questions you may have and then we can discuss the therapy options, of which we have a couple. Although, for you, I think one would work best, but, the final decision is going to be yours." When he finishes he looks up and smiles at her once again before adding, "Is there anything you would like to ask? I know it can be a little difficult so I like to give my patients the chance to get comfortable by asking me questions."