*A doctor had sex with one of his female patients and felt guilty
all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just
couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal of his patient were overwhelming.
But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his
head that said, "Don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical
practitioner to have sex with one of his patients and you won't be the
last. And you're single. Just let it go." But, invariably, another voice in
his head would bring him back to reality, whispering, "You're a
veterinarian, you sick bastard."*
all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just
couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal of his patient were overwhelming.
But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his
head that said, "Don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical
practitioner to have sex with one of his patients and you won't be the
last. And you're single. Just let it go." But, invariably, another voice in
his head would bring him back to reality, whispering, "You're a
veterinarian, you sick bastard."*
