<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>Mention of the fire alarm had me nodding in agreement, and a flash of annoyance crossed my features as I remembered the irritation I’d felt at the time. I work hard on building up the sessions in stages, believing there was a certain rhythm to how they should go, and the evacuation had come at exactly the wrong moment—though it was nice to hear it was still memorable.<br/><br/><strong>“That was the idea of it dear,” </strong>I told Courtney, as she described what she had been experiencing before all hell had broken loose.<strong>“Though my secretary up and quit on me the same day, when she saw what we had been doing—decided she wanted to be my patient instead…typical! Still, though I’m ‘tied’ up sometimes doing both her job and my own, I’m sure it wont ‘bind’ me from finding an opening over the next day or two.”</strong><br/><br/>I was going to offer anyway, but who could refuse that cute puppy dog eyes act?<br/><br/>Sipping my beer, I raised my bottle in salute to Mechelle as she took on my suggestion and poured one for herself.<br/><br/>Now we were talking.<br/>