Andreas had to physically stop himself from grabbing glances at Miss Hart, what is wrong with me? He thought silently.

He cleared his throat for the third time in the last few minutes just so that he could get all his thoughts ordered and actually say two coherent words and form that utterly illusive thing called a sentence.

Deep breath in, a smile on my face, confidence is key here, he had never before had a confidence problem, why now?

Suddenly he felt like that little boy from 30 years ago that got caught cutting his mom's best roses in the flower garden just to hand them over to his teacher because she was the loveliest teacher in the whole entire world and he was head over heels in love with her at the ripe old age of 5, and come hell or high water he was going to tell her just as soon as he handed over his moms finest roses, never mind that he hadn’t asked permission to cut them and also wasn’t allowed to handle gardening shears, but hey such is love, you took risks.

Besides the fact that his teacher had laughed and planted a soft kiss on his head then sent him on his merry way and three days later left for America to get married to some dumb mining magnet. He was heartbroken for at least a week till his new and even lovelier teacher started.

He was getting distracted; he refocused on the task at hand, breathe, smile and take control of the situation. This was his patient and he had a duty to perform.

“I apologise Miss Hart first day jitters had me jumping all over the place, I am Dr Papadopoulos I will be your new gynaecologist since Dr Miles has retired and I have taken over this practice, how may I be of assistance today?’’

She looked down at her hands again, then up at the Doctor, then immediately down again, No! How can anyone be this gorgeous?

She sat thinking for a few seconds, then formulated a response, M-morning Doctor, as you have likely read in my file I am here for a routine pregnancy test, but seeing that I feel under the weather, am tired most of the time and have a serious bout of nausea the test is just a formality this time around as I highly suspect I am with child although I didn’t do a home pregnancy test as they often give false results.

There she had said what she had to say, she had breathed in the appropriate places made the appropriate sounds and just as quickly melted back into the chair and let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Wait! This woman was here for a pregnancy test, a routine pregnancy test? Why in heaven's name would she have a routine pregnancy test, then a thought struck him and he was blindsided.

NO!

Really she was here routinely for blood work and a pregnancy test this beautiful creature was a prostitute?

You have to be kidding me he thought to himself, how could such a lovely woman and so young end up as a prostitute, a lady of the night a wanton woman, this put him on edge, he didn’t know why but it definitely put him in a very, very foul mood. And she was sure she was pregnant!

What if she was? What was a prostitute going to do with a baby?

He was infuriated; he was beside himself with anger at whoever had driven such a perfectly gorgeous creature to such extremes of selling her body. She looked miserable but didn’t seem that put out when she said the words pregnant she just seemed a bit sad.

Who would do such a thing, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, meaning any man who was looking for a good time and came across this little gift would pay the asking price.

What the hell am I thinking, I have to get a hold of myself, she is my patient let’s get the tests sorted out and then I can assist her in getting an abortion and maybe just maybe out of the clutches of whoever had control of this woman and her life.