Walt was in the waiting room at Dr. Laura's office. He read a magazine, and slugged down the rest of his cappuccino. It was cold, and tasted like mocha coated shit going down, but he was thirsty. He chugged the last of it down, and set the cup on the table beside him.
The TV across from him blared one of Dr. Laura's infomercials. It was the one that first grabbed Walt's attention and got him to schedule an appointment.
The commercial starts out with a middle aged guy cuddled up on the bed next to a hot twenty something blonde. He's getting all hot and bothered. He plants a kiss on her lips, brushing his lips across her scantily covered breasts. In the next scene they're on all fours. He's crouched behind her, his engines revving, and ready to go, but - nothing... After a few moments of silence all you hear is the frustrated blonde whispering, "Not again!"
After a brief consultation at Dr. Laura's Clinic we see the same middle aged man. This time he's in bed with three chicks, even hotter than the first blonde. The words flashing across the screen read.,"It doesn't have anything to do with your dick, it's all up here."
That's when the camera switched to Dr. Laura. She was tapping her head as she repeated that line. Dr. Laura was hot for an older woman. Walt guessed she was in her mid-forties, but she had a rack that could seriously crush a guy's dick if it got caught in her gyrations. When she got up Walt noticed her skirt was short, so short he was sure he could see her ass crack hanging out - right there on network television. Down lower as she leaned over the desk, he was sure he saw bush.
Walt grabbed the phone, and started dialing the number he saw on the screen.