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china.” The slang words sounded strained in his plumy accent, and I couldn’t help myself. A snorting laugh exploded from my mouth.
    “We met at university,” Simon continued. “Paul designs houses, and I design their interiors. It all works really rather well.”
      “Is there a Mr. Dr. Phillips at all?” Paul interrupted, rather bluntly, but I decide his charm and good looks let him get away with such personal questions.
    “Well, actually, no. I’m a single doctor, actually.”
    “You’re still at the partying stage, then?”
    I nodded.
    “Simon and I are at the stay in and watch a film stage now. Our partying days are long gone I’m afraid.”
    “What?” I exclaimed. “You’re both way too young to be anywhere near over the hill.”
    “Why thank you.” Simon smiled from behind the broad side of the Times. “We really are getting on now. We’re getting towards the wrong end of thirty.”
    “You think that’s bad? Try being on the doorstep of forty. Now that’s depressing.”
    “Oh, go away. You’re not forty, surely.” Simon shook his head.
    “Well, I’m thirty-nine as it stands, but I hit that big four-o within a matter of days.”
    “Well, you look stunning on it,” Paul injected and I grinned rather manically, pleased by the compliment. “We both fancied you before we even got to the backseat.”
    “Oh, hush.” Simon blushed. His dark skin took on a flustered tone like the centre of a rich cherry truffle.
    “Really?” I replied, flattered and excited by this confession. How could these guys fancy me? I’m old and sad, the years of training and the horrific break up with Darren had left their marks on me.
    “Yes, really,” Paul continued. “That’s why we came to sit back here…in hopes we could chat you up.”
    “Both of you?” The conversation spiced up nicely.
    “We said we’re good at sharing.” Simon joined the conversation, sharing a purposeful look with his friend.
    “Yeah,” Paul continued, picking up where Simon had left of with a cheeky smile and a flirty look. “And it seems we’re both sharing some symptoms, Doc.”
    “Oh, yes? I’d better examine you both, then.” I stood and waved my hand, beckoning Paul forward towards me.
    Paul got the message and moved a seat over, and I sat between the two men.
    “What are these shared symptoms?” I asked, my hearth thudding in my chest. I had seen the knowing glances and read the lustful smiles. I hoped this was going to be something fun and raunchy but worried they had actual, real symptoms for me to work on.
    “Well, we’ve become hot all over , Doctor. I think we’re both running fevers.”
    “I will be the judge of that,” I said, reaching out and pressing a hand to each of their foreheads. “Oh yes, you certainly both seem to be hot.”
    “And our hearts are beating ever so fast.”
    I moved my hands down to hover over each of their chests then gently pressed my hands over each heart. I enjoyed the feel of their strong muscles as I pretended to assess their heart rates. I was rather enjoying the game, well, I suspected it was a game.
    “Yes, your hearts are both racing, but I’ll need more specific symptoms before I can make a diagnosis.”
    “Oh, well, the other symptom is a bit embarrassing, Doctor.” Paul shifted in his seat, pulling off a fairly good impression of being nervous.
    I rested a hand on each strong thigh, squeezed my fingers together and clenched my own thighs as lust coursed through my veins. I was giving them the signal. If they wanted to play they could but they still had the opportunity to decline my offer without causing a scene. I was so nervous and desperate for them to play the game with me. “Don’t worry, you can tell me anything. I am a professional, after all.”
    “Swelling.” Simon whispered.
    Paul nodded and said “There is an incredibly uncomfortable swelling in my…erm…crotch area and I can see that Simon is having the same problem.”
    My mind raced. This