Chapter 68: Pedro
Friday, October 24, 2008
So I had to get this story down about how marriage counseling is going. We were at our regular session with Dr. V a couple of weeks ago. She wanted to know how things were going since we found out about the pregnancy.
Things are great, Elisa told her.
And she really did talk me up. Started raving about our family time together, and how I'm a great father figure for Amadora.
But I do sense some tension, Doc said.
It's Mom, Elisa butted in. Ever since Dad left, she's all alone.
I interjected, I thought you were supposed to fix their relationship, Doc.
You know I can't talk about other clients, she said. Even if they are family. But why is Lorena causing tension?
And of course, Elisa started talking about how much time she's spending with her.
And how lonely she is, and getting older.
And about how we live in a huge mansion, and why can't we just ask her to move in with us?
Maybe it's too soon to make that move, Doc V suggested. It would be like admitting your parents have no chance of getting back together.
There's no chance, I said, probably a bit too harshly.
My contacts have Tomas doing the same old things. Leaving his pregnant mistress at home alone, while he goes to the strip club to get lap dances.
And, from what I'm told, a lot more.
You shouldn't talk about my dad like that, Elisa said.
Okay, I'm going to stop you there, Doc said. At this point, I think it would be helpful to have some individual sessions with the both of you. That way you can talk about these issues without aggravating each other. What do you think?
So that's what we did. When it was my turn, I noticed she looked a bit different than normal.
Doc, I said, you really let your hair down. (She did, literally.)
You like that in a woman? she asked. In a very different, let's say, sultry voice.
I honestly got a little tongue tied.
But I recovered quickly. I wanted to see exactly what she was up to with this, so I decided to test her with a little flirt.
Doc, I said, is this session just an excuse for you to get me alone?
What if it was? she said.
And as I leaned back on her desk, her hand drifted down to what I knew she was after.
She got down on her knees, and whipped it out.
Swallowed it like a champ.
And before long, I was fucking her on her desk.
She said she liked it rough, so I bent her over the desk and really went to town.
The only thing that might have ruined it is if she said You're better than Tomas after I came inside her.
Luckily, she didn't say that. She just panted. And squealed a bit when I smacked her ass.
Turns out I like couples therapy.
Signing off,
Pedro
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