The top of her brow had a bead of sweat and I could see that she was affected by the news of my imaginary marriage.
"I'm not married, Sienna."
"Yes, you are! I heard Jeremy talking to a Mrs. Ellis on the phone yesterday."
I tried not to laugh at her because she was so cute in her anger, and with a hint of jealousy, I found her unbelievably sexy, now.
"Mrs. Ellis is my annoying mother who likes to ring and annoy Jeremy on an almost daily basis!"
Her mind raced as she sat down on the couch and she tried to hold back the emotions that had overtaken her. She was extremely cute as her eyebrow went up and her nose crinkled.
"Really? Your mother. I never thought of that. Shit!"
Her mouth went into a smirk and she was still angry about something, I could tell.
"Well, I don't know what this is between us, Jonathan. I felt so bad thinking I had hurt someone that loved you. I feel like I don't know where this is heading."
Her beautiful green eyes widened as she looked at me and a few tears run down her cheeks. I walked over, gave her a tissue and I held her in my arms.
"I want this to go where we took it. I know that what we are doing needs trust and you may trust me."
She looks up at me and smiles, "I want this so badly, too."
I held her again. We are magnetized to each other emotionally. I also know my next appointment will be here any minute.
"Go and clean yourself up and come back in before half-past so you can sit in and watch today."
"Really? I am so thankful. I would love that, Mr. Ellis," she said as she winked.
SIENNA
Oh wow, what a blubbering idiot I am. His mother is called Mrs. Ellis too, how enchanting Sienna. I knew I shouldn't be so hard on myself but I downed a whole tub of ice cream for this devastating news last night, which wasn't even true at all.
Alright, where's my makeup bag? Let's fix this face and sit in on a few sessions with Jonathan. It's what I have been waiting for since the start of college and probably before. Yep, back on top you go girly! You can go back in there and act like a professional.
I must say I am relieved, and this green eyeshadow is helping to lessen the bulginess of my teary eyes. Oh God, I had been crying like a schoolgirl who dropped her sandwich on the pavement.
I was glad I wore the gray pantsuit today. I had been considering jeans and a t-shirt to blurt out my annoyances but then my good sense overcame me. If I was going to break it off, I would do it looking good. It was far better that I'd decided that now I was going to be in the room listening to clients with Jonathan. Sometimes I did make good decisions.
I had been so caught up with my agenda that I didn't even ask him about the computer stuff. But that was fair enough really. If he had been cheating on his wife, then it was not the time to ask how business was doing. I fixed my hair and moved back to Jonathan.
I sat and made myself comfortable at Jonathan's desk. I was to remain silent unless I was spoken too. The art of psychology involved a lot of concentration and when a client was thinking or talking, distraction would be a push against the desired outcome. Clients needed to be able to concentrate on the psychologist and on their own internal dialogue.
"Mr. Harvey is here."
"Please send him through," I said as I pushed Jonathan's desk buzzer.
The door opened and a large, bald-headed man entered wearing a brown, tweed suit. He looked a little dishevelled and placed his hand out to greet Jonathan.
"Hello, Mr. Harvey. Please call me Jonathan," said Jonathan smiling.
The man looked over at me sitting at the desk and carried on the introduction, "Ted, please call me Ted."
"Ms. Ruston is my summer intern and she will be sitting in to listen, if you don't mind."
The man sat down and leaned back on the couch, "No, it's fine."
Jonathan waited for the man called Ted to start.
"You see, I have to come to you because my last therapist is not really that good. He said that I was lying and my honor told me to tell someone else."
Jonathan smiled, "Okay. There are no judgments here and everything you say is confidential unless you or someone else are in danger."
The man looked around the room and went on, "There are crows that sit on my washing line at home. I have been feeding them with some sausages and some bread each evening before I cook my dinner."
Jonathan waited for him to continue with a smile.
"Then a few months ago, they all started talking. They tell me everything. How their day has been, where the worms are and how many mice have been counted going past the local shop in my area. They don't chirp but talk. Their English is perfect, and one of them also has a Mexican accent and he calls himself Pedro."
Jonathan did not react to the awkward news that he heard from Ted... who was clearly delusional.
"Has anything like this happened before?"
"Yes, a mouse in my house also talks to me, but he is good company. His name is Wilfred."
Jonathan flicked through the notes on the client and he went to the history pages.
"Just one moment please Ted."
Jonathan scanned the pages, "Have you been taking your medication for schizophrenia, Ted."
"No, I have not. My psychiatrist went away and I couldn't get any. My mouse was telling me not to worry because the same thing occurred to him last year."
"Ted, I am not a psychiatrist and I only talk about problems with my clients. I will give you Lucy Bell's card so you can get a script this afternoon. She is two doors down from this building. The characterizations that are occurring are from not taking your medication. They will cease after a few days."
The man's face looked disheartened at the thought of no conversations with the birds and with the house mouse named Wilfred. He looked terribly lonely, I thought in that moment.
"Next week, I will talk to you about some social outlets. Once your medication is on track, you will be able to enjoy a social life and make some friends."
Ted's face lit up as Jonathan said exactly the words that he needed to hear.
"Oh, thanks so much Mr. Ellis, I mean Jonathan. I will see you next week."
Ted Harvey walked out and proceeded to make a new appointment with Jeremy. He was so excited that someone was going to try and help him socially.
"Well that wasn't too hard," said Jonathan.
I was impressed with Jonathan's manner. He had let Ted talk and that was refreshing. He had not judged him either.
"God, imagine talking with crows and a mouse. He must have thought he was going mad!"
"Schizophrenic delusions seem extremely real to the person experiencing them. I dare say that he liked their company."
I looked at Jonathan and saw a caring side. I mean, he had always been caring but in a controlling way. There was nothing controlling about him now as he helped another living soul to feel better. It was a beautiful thing to watch him practice psychology.
JONATHAN
I send Sienna away for a coffee break and watch her long legs walk out of the room. I feel comfortable seeing clients with her here. I wanted to take her home after work and let her stay over. Then she'll be able to see that I have no Mrs. Ellis. The cleaner would have been today so the place will be looking great.
I notice that Jeremy seems a little bit taken by her. I must set him up with Holly soon, I know he'll fuck her properly and treat her right. She has been a little over-emotional lately since she split up with Pierre. That name sounds like a heartbreaker's name. French, romantic and a heartbreaker.
"Jeremy, call Holly to my office, please."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll need you to take her into the Langdon room and keep her company while I get some bagels."
I walked into the elevator and saw Holly as she got out.
"I'll be back shortly. Jeremy will keep you entertained."
Jeremy had only seen Holly once before because she was always on the floor down from ours. He had
been taken by her long, blond hair and dreamy blue eyes. He would have done anything for her. He could have any woman he liked, but he got pussy-whipped and then sentimental. Holly wanted someone to be like that with her.
I would take at least forty-five minutes to get bagels, on purpose so they could see each other and fall head over heels. Jeremy was not to eye my Sienna anymore. She was off limits and she was mine. Every last inch of her, actually. Mmm, the plans for tonight in my home. Oh yeah, I totally can't wait for the hours to tick by.
I arrive back to see Holly and Jeremy through the camera in the Langdon room. Jeremy is laughing and using his jokes to impress Holly.
"Please allow Holly to help you with your filing for the rest of the afternoon, Jeremy."
The two get up and Jeremy buzzes and smiles, realizing what I have done, "Thank you, Mr. Ellis, I do really need help with it."
I knew that they liked each other because he was still smiling at her even as he buzzed me. Sometimes being a psychologist was annoying because you could read everyone so easily. It was like the book of life was spoilt with a secret knowledge that should have remained sacred, in many ways. Oh well, I liked having the secret gift.
"Ms. Ruston is ready to come in, now."
I watched as Sienna walked back in the room; there were just ten minutes before Mr. Robertson would be due. I walked up to her and squeezed her ass cheekily and she licked my neck to tease me.
"You are invited to stay over tonight, Sienna."
She smiled and nibbled at my neck. My cock was hardening.
"Oh yeah, and what will you do with me, Mr. Ellis?"
Her hand touched my shaft on the outside of my trousers and I moaned.
"Mmm, you'll have to wait and see. Stephen will pick you up at six.”
Jeremy buzzed and interrupted our moment together.
"Mr. Robertson is here."
Sienna pouted and walked over to the desk. I was trying to think of things to let my erection go down.
"Send him in, please Jeremy."
Mr. Robertson walked in. He was a very emotional person. I had been seeing him for sessions about twice per week to help him manage his emotions. He was affected by many outside elements. The weather, the media, the swirl in his coffee. He believed that there were signs directing him to stay or go a certain way, ‘on his path of justice’.
"Hello Freddy, how are you today? Ms. Ruston will join us today as my intern."
He looked at Ms. Ruston and his shy voice muttered, "Hello."
Sienna nodded and let me get on with the session. I was proud of her for remaining silent.
"Please go on Freddy."
"Thanks. I was walking early this morning and the cobweb on the post was illuminated at the right edge, so I turned down the road and then I noticed a red door on a house and knew I was to head to Redden Street. I got there and a stray puppy was lost so I knew that I was to take it to the local shelter."
"Well, that was a good deed."
"Yes, then at the shelter the lady said that I was a legend so I bought the book at the library called, ‘The Legend’."
"Oh, I see. How far did you walk home then after you did all this?"
"I guess about six miles or so."
There was no real harm in what Freddy did except that the altruistic behaviour may cause him to forget to eat or be stuck a long way from home without water.
"Might I suggest that you pack some snacks and a water bottle before you head out next time?"
Freddy was delighted at that idea. His face was glowing.
"Well that's a marvellous idea, thank you."
I looked at Sienna who was smiling at me now. She was enjoying the care I took with my clients. Many of them had silly things that made them cope easier and with Freddy, he was just a quiet, lovely man. He saw what he wanted to see and believed it pushed him onwards to help others. Sometimes his efforts were remarkable and I thought he could inspire many others who suffered depression or whinged about their life.
Sienna looked at him sweetly and she saw his wonderful character. Had I tried to change the behaviour, he might lose his will altogether. Helping dogs or people was not a crime.
Last week he had played the piano in a church he didn't belong to, and all because he had seen a piano in his dreams which had led him to seek out a piano. The local church group had needed him to fill in for an unwell pianist. It was a great story that he lived, really.
"I am doing really well, don't you think so?" said Freddy.
"Yes, you are Freddy. Will you come and see me next week? I want to start you on some social activities."
"Oh yes, that would be wonderful. See you then. Bye Ms. Ruston."
"Goodbye, have a lovely day," said Sienna softly.
Freddy walked out and I noticed how beautiful she looked sitting behind my desk. I had wanted her to learn more and I knew she agreed with my practice methodology that was wholly based on care and social integration for the clients.
"Sienna it is three-thirty go back to the dorm and I'll get Stephen to pick you up at six. Just dress casual and we will spend the night in."
Sienna looked at me now with her green eyes. They melted me. I was infatuated with her.
"I can't wait, thanks, I will see you tonight."
She walked up to me and kissed my cheek and I was again made to raise my cock at a half salute. Oooh yeah, a private night in with my mousy brown. This would be extremely good.
SIENNA
I got home to the dorm, showered and packed an overnight bag. I was a dag with my clothes really. I would wear jeans and a striped t-shirt and pack my flannelette, unicorn pajamas. I didn't own much sexy stuff except for my underwear which I liked to spend money on. It felt nice wearing lace or silk under my clothes. I liked the pastel colors too.
I saw Jenna briefly, who was getting ready for the movies with a bunch of college students. They were going to be late home and I told her I was staying over at my cousin's place.
She was totally enthralled with her evening that was about to unfold that she couldn't be bothered asking where that might be. I was glad that she was happy and she was content not to pry any more than she needed. After all, she was the most interesting subject in her own life. She wanted to be the centre of attention, so my night was not really a pinnacle point of interest and I was glad.
Jenna left minutes later as a horn honked her to go. We said goodbye and I used the next few minutes to check if I had everything. My toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup, spare underwear, pajamas and some fresh clothes for work were all packed. I kept my dress for work on its hanger so I wouldn't need to iron it again. I looked out the window from the second floor. The limousine was not there, but a Mercedes-Benz and Stephen standing at the front of it.
I grabbed my things and made sure my makeup was okay in the mirror, I liked the new me. I was a little bit dangerous and sexy, compared to the old me that was very boring, really.
I sat in the car and thought about our relationship so far. It had only been two weeks since he'd laid me on the bonnet of the SAAB. I had been shocked that such a sexy possibility was even possible. I couldn't have dreamed Mr. Ellis up in my mind better, if I had tried.
After that, the desk had seen me on it and then there was the club, The Voyeur. Oh God, that was good.
I had watched lesbians on a sex tape at one point and then also sucked his beautiful cock and had an orgasm in the Langdon room. You couldn't have imagined it all in the space of a couple of weeks. But I had loved every moment of it. I had also managed to keep it a secret from Jenna, and somehow also kept a shift at Fleur's. Jeez, I could only guess at what would be next. It was like the biggest adventure, ever.
Oh yeah, then I had accused Jonathan of cheating on his wife. A wife he didn't even have. Wow!
Stephen drove past the office building and into the outer suburbs. The homes were exquisite with lavish gardens and locked gates. We went down a tree-lined street and stopped at a cream gate that was at least twenty feet hi
gh.
I watched Stephen place the code in as he drove through the cream gate and down the bituminized driveway for a few yards. There was a tennis court, a swimming pool and a gazebo on the right and then a circular driveway that went in front of the huge place which was made from a beautiful wood and slate. Architecturally designed, I guessed.
Surrounding the beautiful colonial home was a lawn that had been taken care of by someone who must have loved gardening, and there were many roses that were seen on the left of the house too.
I opened the window and smelt the fresh air which was filled with the scent of roses and of cut grass. It was like the most beautiful scenery I'd ever seen. A cottage garden of sorts that surrounded the whole home. The tennis court we'd passed had been a grass court. The swimming pool had a fountain falling into it and a hedge that surrounded it apart from an arch which let you sneak in the view.
I looked past the roses and saw a small hill and there were horses grazing the land. It was extremely beautiful and only a forty-minute drive from the city and office. Wow, I was impressed… and also very excited to see Jonathan.
Stephen opened the door and I jumped out of the car. Jonathan came out wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a pair of comfortable sandals. I had not seen him like this before. He looked extremely cute and very college-like. He would have been the cutest guy in college when he was there, that's for sure.
I grabbed my bag and Jonathan carried my dress for me.
"Thank you, Stephen. Take the night off."
"Thank you, Sir."
I moved in and waited for Stephen to go.
"Come in gorgeous," said Jonathan.
He smelled fresh after a shower and I was taken by him, more so now in his home. He was incredibly handsome.
I walked into the formal lounge and we placed my things in there. The furniture and furnishings were very beautiful. Lots of sleek, modern designs and colors. Grays, blues, and blacks. It was a very masculine home.
Jonathan grabbed my hand and walked me to the oak kitchen.
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