Many thanks to Nadia for editing and improving this.
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Dr. Jason Clark was a good-looking man in his mid-fifties who has worked in a private sports medicine and physiotherapy clinic. The intercom rang and the nurse said that Susan Fisher and her coach arrived. A few moments later, they came into his office. He briefly looked at Susan and he was pleased by what he saw. Susan was a young woman, naturally beautiful, tall and athletic, with short blonde hair. She was wearing a fitted white T-shirt and a pair of tight yellow leggings which revealed her sexy curvaceous figure, firm full breasts, long muscular legs and pert perfectly rounded bottom. Her muscles rippled along her beautiful legs as she walked. She was not fat, but neither was she skinny. She was what you might say voluptuous, with some nice curves for a woman her age. Her couch was a man of average height in his late forties.
"Welcome! I'm Dr. Clark. You must be Susan and Paul! Very nice to meet you!" he said, reaching his hand out to them.
"Nice to meet you, too," Susan said, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Paul said and added, "Thanks again for taking the time to meet with us today."
"It's no problem, I am here to help you. So let's get started, shall we?"
Both of them nodded. Dr. Clark opened Susan's chart and looked at her again. "She has such a nice and sexy figure," he thought.
"Which sport do you train?" Dr. Clark asked her.
"Pole vaulting," Susan answered.
"Ohh...nice! It is my favorite sport. How old are you, Susan?"
"I'm twenty six."
"You are in the prime of life!" Dr. Clark said and added to himself noiselessly, "Especially for sex!" Then he continued aloud, "How tall are you?"
"I'm five-foot-nine."
Dr. Clark made notes in Susan's chart. "And weight?"
"About 150."
"You have a good body shape for pole vaulting. Strong arms, nice long legs and wider hips. However, your breast are a little big. Are they not?" Dr. Clark asked while holding Susan's hand and looking at her from head to toe.
"Yes..."
"What is your bra size?"
"Err...36C," Susan said proudly.
"Wow... really nice! Do you have any problem with them?" the more Dr. Clark listened, the more interested he became.
"Err...no," Susan answered shyly.
"No, it is her advantage," Paul added with a smile.
"OK, but don't remember to wear a sports bra during competitions," Dr. Clark said with smile while he gazed up at her thin light bra.
"Of course," Susan replied briefly.
Dr. Clark took a moment to write, and then asked, "Ok. Tell me what your problem is?"
"I will explain," Paul said. "I started to train Susan six months ago. In five months, step by step, Susan constantly improved her personal record. Her first competition appearance was one month ago, but she failed. Ten days later, she competed and failed again. "
"So, Susan performed well during training but choked during competition?" Dr. Clark asked.
"Yes," Paul confirmed worriedly.
"For some athletes, the pressure of performing well takes its toll in the form of performance anxiety, which causes them to do less than their best. Did you feel that nervousness, anxiety, or fear interfered with your sports performance?" Dr. Clark asked Susan.
"No," Susan said.
"She is an experienced athlete and would not choke," Paul confirmed. "I taught her to use a few tips from sports psychology which help her get her anxiety under control and reduce game day nerves."
Dr. Clark nodded before asking, "Susan, try to describe for me how you feel at the competition."
"I feel great. I want to jump higher, I want to win. I know I can win... but... I feel heavy... and..."
"A feeling of heaviness! Interesting... Where were you feeling that?"
"Errr... In my chest... I've been feeling like there is some kind of weight in my chest and it can sometimes get hard for me to breathe."
"Hmm.... OK, you say it's in your chest. Anywhere else?" Dr. Clark asked her.
"Errr, yes...In my thighs and abdomen. And... in my pelvis area," Susan replied slowly.
"Mmm, I understand," Dr. Clark nodded. "Susan, is there something in your life that you are worried about?"
"No...everything is alright."
"Do you have a boyfriend, Susan? Any problems with him?"
"No, I don't have a boyfriend, nor any problems with him," Susan smiled. "I'm happily married. Paul is my husband!"
"Ohhh! I didn't know that. When did you two get married?"
"Three months ago," Paul answered.
"Congratulations! Paul, you have a lovely young wife," Dr. Clark said, realizing that Paul was not the appropriate man for her.
"Yes. I am so lucky to have married such a pretty woman," Paul approved.