Classic Covers:

Mrs. Love's psychiatrist was only mildly concerned about her lack of eye contact.

The fact that she came to sessions with a polar bear skin rug was odd, but some peculiarities were only to be expected.

That she was otherwise enirely naked wasn't even that unexpected, Freudian psychology being what it is.

But there was one thing that distracted his mind... one thing he dare not ask her about...

Where, for the love of God, were her nipples?

Cover Story: Flaming

Doctor, every time I look it you I feel like my heart is burning. Why do you think that might be?

It is because you have fallen passionately in love with me. But perhaps I had better do a breast exam, just to be sure.

Huh. I thought it might be the Viking ship projecting from my rib cage.

Oh that? That is just a metaphor for my prowess. I am sure the receptionist told you how handsome I am, and the significance of my large nose.

Actually she warned me about your wandering hands and huge bill. In fact I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one in here "flaming"--what with the big gold brooch and all.

Oh, come on. You must be able to tell I am "happy to see you".

That is just your jeweled sabre--and sadly that is not metaphorical at all. (But anyway, I could never date a man whose hair is prettier than mine....)