Page 17 of Therapy Session: Session Two
“Understood. We’re nearing the end of the session. Here’s what we’renotgoing to do today. You’re not deciding on terms, you’re not agreeing to timelines, none of that. Especially not for a decision made on the spur of the moment during the session. If you can devote another week to sitting on it before making a decision, then I think that’s best. You don’t have to scheduleanother session, unless you feel you need to. But this waiting period is strictly for the two of you.”
Breeze picked up her purse from her side and glanced at her husband. He slid to the end of the sofa, stood, and helped her up.
“We can do that, appreciate it,” he said, extending his hand, and I took it.
Then Breeze did the same, “Thank you again, Dr. Long.”
“No problem. Before you go. I’d like to keep the answers to those questions for your file, if that’s alright.”
Timothy nodded and handed his over immediately. Breeze hesitated, just a second longer than necessary, and then handed hers over to me, too.
“Thank you,” I said, sliding them into my notepad, and watched as they walked out the door hand in hand.
The alarm rang just as the door closed, and I silenced it and clicked the calendar. I was thankful that my next session wasn’t for another thirty minutes. That could at least slow me down from the morning rush and give me a chance to log some of my observations while they were still fresh.
Sitting in my chair, I opened the first piece of paper; it was from Mr. Thompson. It was exactly what I had expected, short and careful answers.
I skimmed over it and placed it aside.
Then I unfolded Breeze’s.
At first glance, it mirrored what she had read aloud. Same questions and same structure. But halfway down, I noticed something that she had omitted. It wasn’t crossed out, wasn’t erased; she just simply did not say it out loud. Her response toWhat I need.
One line caused me to pause. Her response was. “I need respect to wait in the hallway while we’re in the bedroom.”
Of course you do, baby,I laughed out loud and folded it back.
I sat back in the chair and tapped the pen on my desk. That one line didn’t have anything to do with rules or desires. That came from her memory. She knew exactly why she had written it, and it was the same reason why she chose not to read it out loud.
I slid their notes to the side and started going back into my digital files from the first couple of the day. But somehow my mind kept drifting back to B.
The physical reaction my body had when I did, made me shake my head in disbelief. It’s been almost a year since the night that we spent together. And we had gone almost just as long without seeing each other. The fact that she could still walk into a room and cause my dick to get hard at just the thought of her had even me confused, but it was the reality.
Thumbing through the pages of my notes, I fought to get my mind together and my body to follow suit. By the time I finished my notes, it was almost time to see the 12:30 patient. Out of curiosity, I clicked Thompson’s profile and selected their appointments tab. They hadn’t scheduled another one.
That was interesting, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Before seeing her at the coffee shop a month ago, I didn’t think that she would ever sit across from me again. Now, two sessions deep, she had awakened some shit I tried to let go. Maybe disappearing again would be the solution. It wasn’t her absence that bothered me; it was being in her presence and knowing that I couldn’t have her bent over, calling my name, creaming on my dick, that did.
Breeze
“Knock, knock,” I said as I tapped my husband’s door lightly and then pushed it open. He was sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers, highlighters, and stacks of folders that looked like they hadn’t been filed in weeks but were all from the last two days.
“What’s up, ma?” He asked as he glanced up quickly.
“Nothing, I’m just checking to see if you need anything before I call it a day,” I said as I leaned over his desk and waited for him to respond.
“Yeah, I do actually. On your way out, tell Natalie that she needs to update the website. We have twenty new imports here, but they aren’t listed.” He went from page to page of one stack, scribbling the same signature on each document.
“Gotcha, boss. I’ll see you later,” I teased as I leaned forward and kissed him. Then grabbed the things that I had sat in the chair and started to leave.
“Ma…” He stopped me just as I turned.
“Hmm?” I waited for him to assign another task to me.
“It’s been six days since we left therapy. What are we doing? We need to schedule another session?” He set the pen down, looking at me intently.
I put my things back in the seat and took the empty one next to them. Tim and I hadn’t talked much, if at all, about what we had discussed in our last therapy session. I think the topic still feels a little uncomfortable for both of us. After all, one encounter doesn’t omit the fact that this is still very new territory for us.
“If you think we need another session, then we can schedule one. But I think that we should be able to communicate without someone prompting us.”
