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discussed several exercises
to help strengthen the leg.
    “You could practice kicking the dog,” Bellamy
cracked.
    “Can’t. The dog ran away.”
    “Okay, kick your wife.”
    “Can’t. She ran away with the dog.”
    “Isn’t there anyone you can practice
kicking?”
    Micko raised his eyes and rolled them toward the
doctor’s big butt.
    Noticing his gaze, Bellamy muttered, “Don’t even
think about it.” Suddenly, he said, “I have a better idea. Wait
outside while I make a call.”
    Micko did as he was told and decided to stand
rather than squeeze into the midget chair again. If Sergeant
Cauliflower Ears wanted a fight, then a fight he would get.
    A few minutes later, Dr. Bellamy stuck his head
outside the door. “It’s all arranged. Dr. Goldberg will see you
now.”
    Micko walked over toward the end office where
Dr. Gladys Goldberg held court. Dr. Goldberg was much more than
just the department psychiatrist. She was a stunning redhead that
oozed sex appeal out of every pore in her body. Micko was very
lucky that Gladys liked him. When she liked someone, she would
harmlessly flirt with him, but she also had the power to end the
career of any cop, from patrolman to chief. Micko had already had
several sessions with her, and he’d won her over with his
charm.
    Dr. Goldberg’s office was as small as Dr.
Bellamy’s, but hers was freshly painted egg yolk yellow. Several
lithographs of Renoir paintings added a serene touch, providing a
relaxed setting.
    “Come on in and have a seat, Michael,” she
offered.
    Micko thought Gladys looked terrific that day.
She had her hair in a sweep that coyly covered one eye and she wore
a pink silk blouse that fit her ample bosom so snugly that Micko
feared a button might pop off and take out one of his staring eyes.
Gladys always wore black stockings, and this day was no
exception.
    Micko looked her over from the tips of her sexy
high heels right up her stockings to her leather skirt. This woman
sure knew how to get a rise out of men.
    “Good morning, Doctor,” he answered. “God, you
look great today.”
    “Just today, Michael?” She pretended to be hurt
as she gave her best puppy dog frown.
    They both laughed, and as her breasts heaved
with each chuckle, he feared he would surely lose an eye.
    “I have some very good news for you, Michael,”
she said, “and I bet you could use some good news. Dr. Bellamy
consulted with me about the atrophy of your leg, and we came up
with a solution that you might like. The weather is turning cold
and winter is approaching, so it will be difficult for you to
properly exercise outdoors. We think that you need a vacation in a
warmer climate.”
    “Can you do that?” Micko asked.
    “Hell, I’m the department shrink,” she said with
a laugh. “I can do anything. My sister is a travel agent. I’ll have
her set something up for you. Dr. Bellamy mentioned that you like
scuba diving. We both agree that scuba diving would be great stress
therapy, and it would also help build up your leg muscles without
risking further injury. Water related exercises are zero
impact.”
    This is too good to be true! Micko
thought. “Where should I pick to go diving?” he asked.
    “I’ll call my sister Sharon and let her find a
nice place that’s not too expensive. We all know about a cop’s
paltry salary.”
    Her smile was as wide as the Grand Canyon. He
wondered if those magnificent white teeth were all capped.
    “I guess I’ll see you in about thirty days or
so,” she added with a smirk. “Call me when you return. We still
have to discuss the insensitive comments you made at the shooting
scene and the failure to render assistance to your prisoner.”
    “Yes, Doctor,” he muttered.
    Micko was on Cloud Nine as he walked out of Dr.
Goldberg’s office. He stared at Sharon Goldberg’s business card and
wondered where on earth she would send him to recuperate.
    Then he barged into Dr. Bellamy’s office and
interrupted him while he was with a