frictional
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Ryan Watson tapped the business card between his carefully manicured fingers as he watched the elevator numbers tick up. Rachel Monroe was the name on the card. Rachel Monroe, psychotherapist.
Well, this is first, he thought, laughing softly to himself. Never thought I’d find myself here.
At 35 he was a self-made millionaire. In his 20’s he’d founded two software companies and taken them both public, cashing in enough stock options that he never needed to work again if he didn’t want to. And for the last five years he hadn’t wanted to. Expensive cars, a nice house in the hills, fine food – for the last five years he’d lived a life devoted entirely to enjoying himself. After all those 80-hour work weeks, he figured he’d earned it.
It was Vicki who had brought him here, here to Dr. Monroe. Lovely, sexy Vicki with her perfect tanned thighs and amazing tits. He’d thought she was the one, the real deal, the girl of his dreams. They’d been together for nine months and everything was perfect. Right up until she’d dropped the bomb.
“I don’t like any of it, Ryan. I don’t like being tied up. I don’t like the weird power games. I don’t want to be your sex slave. I’m done.”
And then she was gone, right out the door. Just like Zoe and Ariel and Lisa before her. Up until Vicki he’d been telling himself good riddance. If they weren’t interested in him, there were lots of other fish in the sea. But now a little seed of doubt had taken root. Maybe it WAS him. Maybe he WAS the weird one. Maybe he needed to figure out what was wrong with him, why he wanted to do the things he did.
And so he’d made some discreet inquiries and come up with Dr. Monroe’s name. “She’s amazing,” his friend had said. She mostly handled women and couples, but she’d agreed to see him anyway.
The elevator reached her floor. Slipping the card in the breast pocket of his jacket, Ryan approached her door, and rapped lightly with his knuckles.
“Come in,” a voice said.
Well, this is first, he thought, laughing softly to himself. Never thought I’d find myself here.
At 35 he was a self-made millionaire. In his 20’s he’d founded two software companies and taken them both public, cashing in enough stock options that he never needed to work again if he didn’t want to. And for the last five years he hadn’t wanted to. Expensive cars, a nice house in the hills, fine food – for the last five years he’d lived a life devoted entirely to enjoying himself. After all those 80-hour work weeks, he figured he’d earned it.
It was Vicki who had brought him here, here to Dr. Monroe. Lovely, sexy Vicki with her perfect tanned thighs and amazing tits. He’d thought she was the one, the real deal, the girl of his dreams. They’d been together for nine months and everything was perfect. Right up until she’d dropped the bomb.
“I don’t like any of it, Ryan. I don’t like being tied up. I don’t like the weird power games. I don’t want to be your sex slave. I’m done.”
And then she was gone, right out the door. Just like Zoe and Ariel and Lisa before her. Up until Vicki he’d been telling himself good riddance. If they weren’t interested in him, there were lots of other fish in the sea. But now a little seed of doubt had taken root. Maybe it WAS him. Maybe he WAS the weird one. Maybe he needed to figure out what was wrong with him, why he wanted to do the things he did.
And so he’d made some discreet inquiries and come up with Dr. Monroe’s name. “She’s amazing,” his friend had said. She mostly handled women and couples, but she’d agreed to see him anyway.
The elevator reached her floor. Slipping the card in the breast pocket of his jacket, Ryan approached her door, and rapped lightly with his knuckles.
“Come in,” a voice said.