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		<title>First Consultation~Caine</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Appointment at 10:30 with Duncaine Lancaster. I close my planner and glance at the clock. It&#8217;s now 11:05. Maybe he wasn&#8217;t- The door slamming open cued me in that my 10:30 appointment had just arrived. I smiled pleasantly at him as he walked into the room and plopped down on the couch. &#8220;Hello Duncaine. It&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Appointment at 10:30 with Duncaine Lancaster. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I close my planner and glance at the clock. It&#8217;s now 11:05. Maybe he wasn&#8217;t-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door slamming open cued me in that my 10:30 appointment had just arrived. I smiled pleasantly at him as he walked into the room and plopped down on the couch.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Hello Duncaine. It&#8217;s a-&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;So, what hell is this all about?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Just two people talking. You always seem to have a lot to say.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m a fucking chatterbox. &#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Tell me about it. &#8221;</p>
<p>I watch as Caine shifts on the couch. His fingers beat out a fast tempo on his thighs. &#8220;Are you nervous about something Caine?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh. Let me think. Hmm&#8230;I spent ten years in a nuthouse where doctors were always asking me questions and trying to shove meds down my throat. So I might just be a little nervous. Besides the fact that I don&#8217;t have shit to say.&#8221;</p>
<p><em>Caine is disinclined to talk.</em></p>
<p>&#8220;Wait! What was that shit? What did you just write on that clipboard?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Nothing. Nothing.&#8221;</p>
<p>He growls something underneath of his breath then crosses his arms and stars at  me with a dark scowl. &#8220;It ain&#8217;t gonna work.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s not going to work?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You. This! Reverse psychology is a cheap trick.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Caine, I wouldn&#8217;t try reverse psychology on you. I don&#8217;t know why you would suggest that!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Says the woman who looking at me as if I&#8217;m something under the microscope. As a matter of fact I have a bone to pick with you.&#8221; He rolls his eyes when I snort out a giggle. &#8220;Haha!! I get it. Dog metaphor but just for your information I am NOT a dog.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I know you&#8217;re not. You&#8217;re a fierce Lycan male. Alpha of the pack. Strong-&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Cut the shit. So, have you talked to Alana yet?&#8221;</p>
<p><em>Seems very interested in Alana Westfield.</em></p>
<p>&#8220;Would you cut that shit out? Jesus, every time I say something you gotta write it down. It was just a question. I haven&#8217;t even kissed the girl. Yet.&#8221; He grins when I start humming the Little Mermaid song under my breath.  &#8220;Dude, the prince in that movie was an idiot. How are you gonna fall in love with a chick because of the way she sings? And then spend all this time with her but when someone comes along with the same voice you ditch her? If I would have been Arielle I would have told him to fuck off.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sure you would have. So, you like Disney movies?&#8221;</p>
<p>He shrugs. &#8220;Most of them. But don&#8217;t try to distract me. You never answered my question.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Which question was that?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;The only question I asked!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, you&#8217;ve asked several. One about something I don&#8217;t remember and then the other was in reference to the Little Mermaid.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;One about&#8230;.one about something you don&#8217;t remember? You&#8217;re killin&#8217; me here! So, have you talked to her yet?&#8221;</p>
<p>I pick  up my glasses and slip them on before looking down at the clipboard. &#8220;I have a couple of questions I did want to ask you.&#8221;</p>
<p>Groaning he throws up his arms and flops back on the couch. &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna have blue balls. I know it, I know it!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Stop being dramatic! You didn&#8217;t even like people remember?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh, I like her plenty. I just can&#8217;t let her know it. What woman wants to tie herself down to a man beast?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Plenty&#8230;if the man would come out more often.&#8221;</p>
<p>He snorts. &#8220;That was retarded. I am who I am. Or I am <em>what</em> I am. Which ever.&#8221;</p>
<p><em>He seems torn about the different sides of his nature.</em></p>
<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t even say anything! How are you writing something down?&#8221; he demanded sitting back up.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m just making notations.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Peanut butter.&#8221;</p>
<p>I looked up. &#8220;Are you hungry?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I was just checking to see if you were gonna write that down too.&#8221; He grinned.</p>
<p>I cleared my throat to smother a chuckle. &#8220;Caine, you&#8217;ve been a Lycan all  your life. Why-&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Sure, I&#8217;ve grown up knowing who and what I was.  But I&#8217;ve never became that beast until&#8230;you know what? We&#8217;re done here.</p>
<p>&#8220;Caine! Caine! We were just making some progress! You can&#8217;t keep-&#8221;</p>
<p>I winced when the door slammed shut behind him. &#8220;You can&#8217;t keep these feelings bottled up,&#8221; I said under my breath as I sank back down in my chair.  I made another notation.</p>
<p><em>Duncaine Lancaster hides behind his tough exterior. I&#8217;m hopeful that he&#8217;ll want to speak with me again.</em></p>
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