Inappropriate Action Avoided

I was a young GP establishing my own practice in an Australian city of 300,000. In those days, all you needed to start were to be registered as a medical practitioner and registered with the government as a GP. Initially, things were a little slow and some days I would only see 5 patients or so. I had to do some shifts at the local community hospital to make ends meet. I was also newly married with a young baby daughter. My wife was pregnant when we married, and I had married with considerable ambivalence. Times were tough but we were young.

I was told that if you show diligence and perseverance, the patients (and income) will come. Indeed, within a year, the practice flourished. I made myself available 24 hours a day and 365 days a year. I recruited a medical partner and that allowed one of us to take Wednesday afternoon off. This was followed by another partner and within 3 years of establishing the practice, we had 4 partners, 2 men and 2 women.

One day, at the end of a busy day, my receptionist asked if I could see an extra unbooked patient. I reluctantly agreed. I had been working 7 hours. I called the patient in and it was a 19-year-old woman I had never seen before. Her name was Dannielle.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"I need a prescription for the pill." She said in a matter-of-fact way. She was a stunningly beautiful woman. I asked the usual questions and ascertained that she had never used the pill before. She had a boyfriend and had her sexual debut at 17 but she had broken up with the boyfriend. But she was anticipating having sex and wanted protection.

The rest of the consultation was routine and I gave her the usual information about the pill and how to take it. I also alluded to other options such as condoms but warned her against relying on Rythm and other methods. However, as she was leaving the room, her fingers ran along my arm that was holding open the door and she looked me straight in the eye. "Can I come back if I am confused about the pill?" She asked in a way that screamed seduction. Without waiting for an answer, she left. I realised I was aroused. The moment passed but the message seemed unmistakable.

Six weeks later, she returned in a state of confusion about the pill. Her period was also late but fortunately she was not pregnant. I spent another 30 minutes with her about how to use the pill. At the end of it, she left but said she was leaving me as a patient because she could not help but feel intense sexual attraction to me. I had a fleeting temptation to lock my door and take her there. This fairly extreme seduction had never happened to me before. I asked her to write a letter stating she was ending our doctor patient relationship.

Two weeks passed and I was about to do my usual house calls. Usually, the list consisted of three of four old women who found it difficult to come to the surgery. However, in between the house call request was an envelope with an address and it was Dannielle. I checked our records, and there was a letter filed stating clearly that she and I no longer had a patient doctor relationship, at her request. I photocopied the note and put it amongst my personal papers.

I remembered how beautiful she was and quickly did my rounds. After the house calls, I went to her address. I cannot really say much about my thoughts at the time, but I was in a state of confusion and lurid anticipation. I rang the bell and there was Dannielle, totally naked. I went in and without a word, she kissed me passionately and tore my clothes off. I penetrated her almost immediately at her request and over the next hour, I cum in her 3 times and she had a number of orgasms. It was rough and energetic without being violent. I returned to the office to start the afternoon session a little untidy. However, my mind was a mess, and I called her midafternoon. She answered and yes, you can drop by after work. Another 30 minutes of exhilarating sex ensured before I went home. Fortunately, my wife was out and I was able to have a swim in our pool and showered, leaving no trace of my infidelity. That night, I refused sex with my wife, which she commented on. "You are not fucking someone else, are you?" She asked.

I replied sleepily "I wish" I said as I rolled over.

That was how I, a young GP, started an affair with one of my ex-patients. It was passionate and not exclusive as she told me details about her other lovers. She was very clear that she was seeing and fucking others and not just one. Some of her escapades mirrored my own youthful experience but other promiscuous behaviour like gang bangs and threesomes were beyond my CV. She was indeed promiscuous and proud of it. I was jealous but I was in no position to say anything. I just enjoyed it. I was careful to continue regular sex with my wife. She never suspected anything. Indeed, towards the end of the 2 year affair, she became pregnant. During this time, 2 of Dannielle's lovers proposed to her. She turned both down and broke up with both immediately.

One day, after another passionate session, she said she was pregnant and asked for money for an abortion. I never doubted her. I gave her what I knew was the scheduled fee. After that, she disappeared from my life and left the city. One day, about 6 months later, I received a letter sent from London. Inside was a picture of her with Big Ben in the background. She looked radiant and beautiful. She explained she was in London and wished I was there but she said having sex with blacks was a new experience. She had slept with 12 men she knew the month she told me she was pregnant and had got money from 8 of them for an abortion. She had never been pregnant. That was how she funded traveling to UK.

I shred the letter.

Dannielle was instrumental in me deciding to leave GP to start training in gynaecology. I quickly went through the basic training and went to London for special training. By this time, my marriage had broken when I caught my wife fucking a man in our marital bed when I unexpectedly came home to pick up my medical bag. There were a few weeks of turmoil but eventually we divorced when it became clear the man was not the first.

I walked into my first clinic in London as a gynaeoncologist fellow and the first patient was a Dannielle Brown. Both of us froze as we recognised each other. We acknowledged each other and the reason for the consultation was possible cancer of the cervix. After clarifying some aspects of her medical history and a pelvic examination, I concluded that she had stage 1 cancer of the cervix. I told her this and added that she needs a radical operation with a 80 % chance of curing her.

Dannielle had burnt though her youth and at 30, she was faced with a major cancer. When I was watching the evening news that night, there was a story of a woman who was killed when she walked into an oncoming car. At work the next day, I learnt that it was Dannielle. I was numb for a few hours but continued to work.

Life goes on.