(Once Karen successfully makes Rachel climax, she plants a soft kiss on her lips before separating herself. She grabs the box of tissues from her side table and wipes her fingers before handing a few tissues to Rachel. Rachel shyly wipes herself and then tosses the tissue in the small bin by the desk. She turns her back to Karen as she zips her jeans. Now it was time to face her reality. Karen didn't love her. She couldn't. Karen didn't want her. She just wanted to use her. She knew all of this. At least this way Rachel felt like they had used each other. When she turns around, Karen is sitting in her accent chair, her sexy legs draped over each other, smiling with satisfaction.)

Rachel: How old is Tabitha? 6?

Karen: (A little confused at the abrupt mention of her child) Yes.

Rachel: I reckon Charlie will like having an older sister.

Karen: Hm?

Rachel: I have to give a months notice before I leave my flat but that should be enough time for your husband, Mark, is it? That should be enough time for him to sort a place, yeah? Have you told him about me yet?

Karen: Rachel two days ago, you weren't even answering my texts. I think you should slow down there.

Rachel: I'm joking. You must really think I'm a plank.

Karen: What?

Rachel: I'm not delusional. You told me exactly what you were after at the restaurant. I know you're not leaving your happy little family for me.

Karen: (sing song) Rach-el.

Rachel: Don't. Don't talk to me like, like I'm a child.

Karen: Why not just relax and we'll see how this goes alright? I don't think either of us are ready to make a commitment to each other and completely overhaul our children's lives. You enjoyed that, didn't you? Just let it be.

Rachel: I've been thinking. You specialize in counseling victims of sex crimes. People like myself in vulnerable emotional states, struggling with their sexuality. Unless you can prove to me, that I'm the only patient you've crossed that line with, I'm going to report you.

Karen: Report me? What we did was consensual.

Rachel: Yes, but you are in a position of power, that you could easily exploit someone, maybe not as tough or as clever as me.

Karen: Rachel, this is ridiculous. I'm not a predator.

Rachel: Prove it.

Karen: I've only ever crossed that line with you. I like you. You're pretty irresistible.

Rachel: Why should I believe that?

Karen: You just have to trust me.

Rachel: Well, I don't.

Karen: Guilty until proven innocent? You're being absurd.

Rachel: If I'm the only one you're having on. You wouldn't mind showing me your phone?

Karen: What as a copper or as a jealous girlfriend?

Rachel: Girlfriend? That's a stretch. (laughs) As neither. As an innocent person with nothing to hide.

Karen: I can't. I won't. It goes against rules of patient confidentiality.

Rachel: So which is it? Do patient doctor rules matter to you or not? Or what?

Karen: Do you see what you're doing? You're allowing yourself to get carried away.

Rachel: Oh, am I?

Karen: You're allowing the way you were treated in the past to cloud your current judgement.

Rachel: I'm not. I'm using my past experience to discern a pattern of toxic behavior. I'm following my instinct and as someone told me once, "a good part instinct is experience." And like it or not, I've clocked up quite a bit of experience with lying scumbags.

Karen: You're displaying erratic behavior and turbulent mood swings. I'm going to have to put that in your report.

Rachel: (laughs) Go ahead. I'm not frightened of your little report. Write it all down. Send all the emails. They'll get the full story when they come in here with a warrant.

Karen: Warrant? Rachel. (Her tone is still condescending) Surely it's not that bad that we can't talk about this. Have a seat? C'mon.

Rachel: Can't. I've got somewhere else to be. Thanks for, (shrugs and gestures towards the bin.) whatever. (Rachel turns towards the door and Karen very quickly jumps from her chair and tugs Rachel's arm, causing her to stop.)

Karen: (desperately) Ok, alright, what d'you want?

Rachel: I want for you to get your hands off me.(Yanks her arm away.)

Karen: What do you want? You want money?

Rachel: Are you bribing a police officer?

Karen: Don't be vindictive Rachel. If you report me, you could, you could ruin my life. My family's life. My children.

Rachel: Me? I would ruin it? D'you think those two moments of infidelity with me would be the tipping point? You reckon Mark would hear all your other clients testimony and think, oh, that's all fine, but this last one. She's the reason my family life is gone to shit. I doubt it.

Karen: D'you want a clean bill of health? I can write the email right now. You can be back to work tomorrow. Please.

Rachel: I've already spoken to my solicitor. Sexual exploitation. Malpractice.

Karen: You'd do that? Really? You'd really destroy my life? My practice, all because I won't leave my husband for you?

Rachel: (laughs) That is not what this is about. That's not what any of this was ever about. (She shakes her head disappointed with Karen's desperation, a glaring admission of her guilt.) Goodbye. (Rachel leaves the office pursued by Karen and walks out to the lobby.)

Karen: Rachel?

Rachel: C'mon Charlie, we're off. Say bye-bye to your mate.

Charlotte: He's not my mate. He doesn't share.

Rachel: Right, well. Ok then. (She takes Charlotte's hand and they leave the office together.)