Dales. I hate this whiny bitch. Her hour always seemed to be the longest.My 11am appointment was a newbie. She was also my first sexual patient. On he... first appointment we would do her assessment. I read over the notes my secretary took from her. She was 26, married and she believed she had some kind of sexual disorder. I assumed she was some stuck-up bitch who did not want to fuck her husband, and wanted me to validate her bullshit with a medical diagnosis. When she arrived my secretary. — “Lol.”— “Yeah, she’s very straightforward like that. So, I asked her if she would like to come over for a glass of wine and have a threesome for my bf’s birthday. She accepted but then I had one condition: there won’t be any girl to girl action cause I wasn’t really into that. I was curious, but I didn’t think I would be too comfortable at the time. So I would let my boyfriend fuck her and then fuck me and that would be the end of it.”— “Sounds interesting.” I said while feeling my cock. She was headed to Cumberland, Maryland. Soon it was time for lunch and we headed back to the dining car to quickly eat it. In those days, Amtrak, as now, provided an excellent cuisine. We were running a tad late so she got the opportunity to share my enjoyment of it. When we were done, I wished her a farewell. She told me if I was ever in Cumberland to make a point of looking her up. I told her I would.I went back to the dome car to enjoy the rest of the trip. The view was quite spectacular. In. Her sea-green eyes were a beautiful contrast to the pure blond hair, and he struggled not to stare."Something like that," replied Imogen. "I'm supposed to meet someone in another car - I should have gotten on the car further down - I don't mean to be a bother but do you think -"But of course Ernie was very happy to oblige, escorting Imogen and carrying her trunk back out of the car, down the track and into another car at the far end. Imogen kept her eyes open as she stepped through the narrow.