Video

[toiletseat_girl]

[a shaky moment as George readies the camera to catch her on the video, technology like this is unheard of in 2003]

So, uh. I've been told that I should get out more. Meet people. I'm not any good at that, so you're just gonna have to--bear with me as I figure this shit out. But I guess I've gotta bite the bullet sometime, right?

[she looks off camera and flushes slightly out of a combination of nerves and embarrassment]

Anyway, I'm George. I'm newish. I have--no fucking idea what I'm doing here. Does anyone? If you do, could you please fill me in.

Comments

[tablewithoutpity]

Due to my profession, I knew her at a difficult time in her life. But she struck me as someone who was at heart a caring person.

[That heart that burned up with the rest of her...]

I am primarily a psychiatrist

[toiletseat_girl]

Oh. Well, that sounds--good? Other than the difficult time, I mean, that part's not so hot.

[burn, baby burn

seems to consider this for a moment] I bet around here, you get a lot of clients. Actually, I might need some help with, you know. Adjusting.

[tablewithoutpity]

I am at your service. I see clients at the clinic on Friday mornings. Or, if you wish, we can arrange a time and a place more suited to your needs.

[toiletseat_girl]

Friday should be good. Is there a particular time I should be there or just--whenever?

[tablewithoutpity]

I do prefer to agree on a time. What works for you?

[toiletseat_girl]

[considers a moment, because she doesn't want to be up and around too early 'cause she's lazy as fuck, but he did say "morning," so]

Is eleven too late?

[tablewithoutpity]

Not at all. I shall see you Friday at eleven, then.

[toiletseat_girl]

Okay. See you then.