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let me steer the
conversations. They were short and sweet and always ended with me remembering
that I had something important to do and leaving the house. I never had
anything to do, I just couldn't continue to be in his presence and not throw
myself at him.
Years of suppressed attraction added to 5 years of
separation? That equaled uncontrolled physical and emotional… feelings. I
couldn't afford those kinds of feelings. Not when I knew things would go bad,
eventually.
He just kept showing up every day and continued from where
ever we had left off. It made me start to waiver and I almost wanted to get a
job now just so I could avoid him.
Mom was no help no matter how much I begged her. She didn't
want me to work and said that I could use my savings if I wanted, but it wasn't
necessary.
"I lost 5 years with you, dear. I want to make up some
of that time."
She also kept trying to trick me into leaving the house
with Charlie. Out of nowhere, the milk she had just bought the day before was
gone or she needed another block of cheese or we ran out of toilet paper and
the perfect pair for the job was Charlie and me. I found a brand new giant
package of toilet paper in the hall closet under some coats and ended her
little game by Sunday. I figured all that milk had been poured out into the
sink, but I didn't need to confirm it with her. She would never admit it.
That didn't mean she stopped trying to come up with another
trick.
My appointment Monday was no less frustrating. We talked
about triggers, stressors, and what kinds of things I could do to prevent them.
After showing me a few exercises that were similar to Dr. Deacon's, he decided
to spend the last few minutes of the session putting me under hypnosis.
I didn't remember any of it, but when I came out of it, he
seemed overly excited and confident that things would go smoothly from here on
out. Hopefully. Apparently, he had spoken with Lydia. She seemed to think this whole
thing was just spectacular. I scheduled another appointment for Thursday with
Miss Happy Pants and was on my way.
I told Mom all about the session when we went out for lunch
and what do you know? We ran into Charlie Mackenzie, of all people. Mom always
wanted to be an actress and I know why she never made it in the business. She
was awful at it. Her surprised face looked like… well, not a surprised face at
all. More like a
cat-caught-the-canary-and-pretended-to-be-surprised-that-he-did-it face. Charlie
was better at it. I just glared at the two of them and let them play out their
little skit. After taking the last bite of my sandwich, I finally looked up to
see Charlie watching me with a smug grin. When I rolled my eyes at him, he just
shrugged and tilted his head toward Mom. His way of saying 'she made me do
it' .
I didn't see him again until Thursday morning before my
appointment. He came to pick Trevor up for training and caught me in the
kitchen in my tank and sleep shorts… oh yeah, with no bra. Now my breasts
aren't really a slave to gravity, but they still haven't really decided so I am
self conscious about them. I was in the middle of using a sharp knife to cut up
some fruit and couldn't cross my arms in front of me fast enough to block the
girls.
Actually, that's not true. I honestly just froze at the
sight of him. He looked incredible in his dark jeans and white t-shirt with his
hair all messy like he just rolled out of bed and didn't touch it. No one
should look that good in the morning. It's almost a crime. I didn't even
remember being without a bra until my eyes moved back up to his and those
greens were staring down a little too far. Before I could drop the knife and
cover myself, he had already turned away and muttered something unintelligible
about finding Trevor somewhere else. I didn't miss the pink in his cheeks as he
walked out the door and the smile that spread across my face was unexpected.
Oh, he was still so cute when he blushed.
Dr. G went over a few protocols with
conversations. They were short and sweet and always ended with me remembering
that I had something important to do and leaving the house. I never had
anything to do, I just couldn't continue to be in his presence and not throw
myself at him.
Years of suppressed attraction added to 5 years of
separation? That equaled uncontrolled physical and emotional… feelings. I
couldn't afford those kinds of feelings. Not when I knew things would go bad,
eventually.
He just kept showing up every day and continued from where
ever we had left off. It made me start to waiver and I almost wanted to get a
job now just so I could avoid him.
Mom was no help no matter how much I begged her. She didn't
want me to work and said that I could use my savings if I wanted, but it wasn't
necessary.
"I lost 5 years with you, dear. I want to make up some
of that time."
She also kept trying to trick me into leaving the house
with Charlie. Out of nowhere, the milk she had just bought the day before was
gone or she needed another block of cheese or we ran out of toilet paper and
the perfect pair for the job was Charlie and me. I found a brand new giant
package of toilet paper in the hall closet under some coats and ended her
little game by Sunday. I figured all that milk had been poured out into the
sink, but I didn't need to confirm it with her. She would never admit it.
That didn't mean she stopped trying to come up with another
trick.
My appointment Monday was no less frustrating. We talked
about triggers, stressors, and what kinds of things I could do to prevent them.
After showing me a few exercises that were similar to Dr. Deacon's, he decided
to spend the last few minutes of the session putting me under hypnosis.
I didn't remember any of it, but when I came out of it, he
seemed overly excited and confident that things would go smoothly from here on
out. Hopefully. Apparently, he had spoken with Lydia. She seemed to think this whole
thing was just spectacular. I scheduled another appointment for Thursday with
Miss Happy Pants and was on my way.
I told Mom all about the session when we went out for lunch
and what do you know? We ran into Charlie Mackenzie, of all people. Mom always
wanted to be an actress and I know why she never made it in the business. She
was awful at it. Her surprised face looked like… well, not a surprised face at
all. More like a
cat-caught-the-canary-and-pretended-to-be-surprised-that-he-did-it face. Charlie
was better at it. I just glared at the two of them and let them play out their
little skit. After taking the last bite of my sandwich, I finally looked up to
see Charlie watching me with a smug grin. When I rolled my eyes at him, he just
shrugged and tilted his head toward Mom. His way of saying 'she made me do
it' .
I didn't see him again until Thursday morning before my
appointment. He came to pick Trevor up for training and caught me in the
kitchen in my tank and sleep shorts… oh yeah, with no bra. Now my breasts
aren't really a slave to gravity, but they still haven't really decided so I am
self conscious about them. I was in the middle of using a sharp knife to cut up
some fruit and couldn't cross my arms in front of me fast enough to block the
girls.
Actually, that's not true. I honestly just froze at the
sight of him. He looked incredible in his dark jeans and white t-shirt with his
hair all messy like he just rolled out of bed and didn't touch it. No one
should look that good in the morning. It's almost a crime. I didn't even
remember being without a bra until my eyes moved back up to his and those
greens were staring down a little too far. Before I could drop the knife and
cover myself, he had already turned away and muttered something unintelligible
about finding Trevor somewhere else. I didn't miss the pink in his cheeks as he
walked out the door and the smile that spread across my face was unexpected.
Oh, he was still so cute when he blushed.
Dr. G went over a few protocols with
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