The O Doctor by Brandy Ayers

of each class, my biography including credentials, and several names of men who have completed the course and were willing to give testimonials.” Those damn gold flecks in his eyes sparkle like he’s enjoying beating me at my own game, and I admit, I should have read the packet on him. “I didn’t have the time to read the packet on my way here. But really, what credentials could a pick-up artist possibly have? A running score card of all the women you’ve banged?” I shift in my chair, a little uncomfortable with the way things are turning out. But I’m still confidant I’ll be able to get the story I want. Micah leans forward placing his elbows on the table, his cheeks above the beard turning a little pink with anger or frustration. “First of all, this isn’t a course on picking up women. Most of my students are men already in relationships or looking to be in a long-term relationship. I don’t teach them how to find or attract a woman. Second of all…” Just as I’m sure Micah is about to really start working up a good head of steam and possibly say something that I’ll actually be able to use, the door swings open and several men walk into the room, all eyeing me warily. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to learn as we go. If you don't mind, I’d prefer you sit in the back of the room, so you aren’t too much of a distraction for the guys.” Micah stands from his seat, turning the chair back to its original position, and walks to the front of the room without even a glance in my direction.