It is true, she had called me first on the telescreen, and at the sight of that lovely—um—face, obviously mirroring distress, I assumed that, having heard of my reputation she had sought me out for—um—treatment.
Still, it was rather—um—disturbing to me to be interrupted by this beautiful young woman while I was in the midst of my studies.
"I'm grateful to you fer seein' me, P'fessor, honest I am," she began, seating herself immediately, and crossing her—um—quite shapely legs ... er, limbs, that is.
"Well, Miss—uh—LaTour, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Helen LaTour. You heard of me 'way up here on Venusian Heights?"
"The—ah—name has a familiar ring. But I must remind you, I have restricted my practice to native Venusians."
"Yeah, sure, Doc. Still, I figured you, bein' an Earth man, and me a Earth woman, well—patriotism...."
Her eyes were indeed lovely, gazing at me so appealingly, and I must confess she aroused my—um—sense of Earthy—that is, Earthy—um—patriotism.
"Uh—just what can I do for you, Miss LaTour?"
"I dunno yet, doc. I'm happy in my work. I got a swell boy friend, name of Luigi, maybe you heard of him? No? Well, I got no reason to be unhappy, and yet—"