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Teddy explained his problem, how long it had been going on for, and that as of this morning, it had become intolerable.
'Up on the table,' Dr Hodet commanded. She had a breathy, school-girl voice. Teddy shuffled his weight again, wincing, and lay on white paper towel which ran the length of the examining table. She asked him to undo his fly, so that the top of his pants, and the crinkle of his pubis which bulged underneath it, became embarrassingly visible. Dr Hodet blushed. She had always done that. More so when Teddy was in his late forties, still rode a horse well, and had the body of a man twenty years younger. Before his face began to break with the veins and colouring of the alcoholic.
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