I flipped open the chart outside your room to see you were back.  You had become an almost weekly visitor now.   Always some new ache deep in your body lacking any symptoms of real illness.  After a month or so I gave up explaining that is was all in your head.  I knew why you were here as any man could smell the sweet aroma of your pooling sex.   Now as I enter the room I instruct you to undress.  That little innocent smile.  You hop up on my table and I give you a detailed inspection.  My fingers probing every inch of your body as you leave your little damp marks on the cloth.  I watch your eyes widen, your fingers grasping, and the soft shaking moan as you release for me.   As you dress I head for the door. “See you next week.”