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Sexual Therapy pt 2

crumpled piece of white paper. Sherry guess this was the tell tale letter the artifact that had crushed this woman’s world. Then she did something that never in a million years she would ever imagine herself doing she stood up leaving her position of power behind the desk and slid around behind becky and gently rested her narrow hands on Becky’s heaving shoulders. Becky didn’t react she sat there looking at the letter. Then without reason or prompting she began to read. The letter was sensual deep loving honest and as Becky’s shaking voice continued to set forth the words and sounds to that accursed letter sherry felt herself moved not by the content of the letter but by the weak injured voice coming from the small woman all the pain of a lifetime of doubt and shame shaped in the tones that penetrated her hard heart, the tears of this wounded woman resonated deep within sherry stern exterior and she herself was moved to tears as both women wept together bound by years of hidden secret pain and in this moment a desire was lit buried far to the back of sherrys subconscious. Sherry was unaware of how long that stayed frozen in that once in a life time moment. She shook her head and wiped her eyes and tried to regain her stern composure. She traveled back behind the desk again a solid barrier between herself and the ball of emotion slumped in her green chair. As she came completely back to her senses she became deeply aware of the louder than normal ticking of her wall clock. Time was up. She coughed loudly and becky too seemed to revive for her trance of emotion. “ Becky dear we’re out of time. I would suggest you stay at a friends house tonight if you can if you can’t contact a friend stop in the lobby and grab a flyer with the women’s emergency shelter contact information call them and they will arrange someplace safe for you to go ok?” “ o and Becky could you please give me a call and let me know you’re ok once you’re placed and settled promise me you’ll do that.” Becky nodded and slowly rose from the chair the scarlet letter still limp in her hand. She slowly wandered out the door without so much as a word and again pulled the door closed tightly behind her. Sherry sat stunned in her high backed desk chair. She had no idea what she had just experienced nor could she even begin to fathom the repercussions of what had happened in that moment. She vigorously shook her head, and slowly rubbed her face. She was in no mood to put up with the stream of masculinity as she sat through her next few sessions. She sighed, she was starting to lose her patience with the wounded male ego that had been her bread and butter for so many years. She braced herself for finishing out the day slowly realizing that what had transpired in that room today had changed everything but to what end she did not know.
Sherry stared at herself in her vanity mirror, she pulled at the puffy bags beneath she eyes brought on by the flood of raw emotion that had occurred so suddenly in her office that day. She still looked like sherry, her face remained the same, her hair was the same the tone of her skin had no changes. But those dark bags that hung under her over tired eyes where the only physical change that marked the overwhelming sense that the sherry that had gone to work that morning was not the sherry that now stared out at her from her antique mirror. She was a new person forever changed by a single heartfelt instant that she truly shared the pain of other and together they were both transformed into something new.
The dream began. Beckys forever sheepish grim filled her mind the face now filled her with longing a hunger that pulsated as she dreamt. Their spirit forms now swirled in her mind naked and teaming with light and sensual energy. These spirit bodies nude and full of endless passion and possibilities traveled gquickly over the dream fields as sherry slept. She and the energy of Becky danced and weaved forever intertwined in this dreamscape. Together they flowed and floated their bound solidifying in sherry dreaming brain. Their forms alive with electricity. The colors deepened the tones grew richer more sexual. As these beings of light an passion caressed one another pulling and pushing their viscous fluids wet and vibrating. As she felt the essence of Becky penetrate her existence. It filled her with hot voluptuous ecstasy and just as she could uptake no more full and lustfully fresh she was thrown into wakefulness by an orgasm of such strength she felt as if she had left her earthly body and touched the all encompassing joy of heaven itself. She lay there her chest heaving in the dark trying to make sense of it all. As she lay there trying to come to terms with not only what had happened in her office but the wild passion filled dream whose climax had tossed her into the waking world. She rubbed the bed next to her almost expecting Becky to be lying next to her dawn was just approaching and she breathed deeply ready to start her new life with who she now knew was her soulmate her one true love, the tiny sheepish Becky. This was the first day of the rest of her life. When sherry got to work that day she checked her messages and as promised was a message from her. Beloved Becky just the sound of her voice delighted her and filled her with joy. The second message was a cancellation of her first appointment. This filled her with excitement she could go find her true love and profess her undying feelings for her. She hurried back out to the shelter. It was a bland building no fills or a adornments she fluttered through the font door announced she was Becky Thomson’s therapist and needed to speak to her immediately. The desk clerk in formed her the Becky had gone back to the house she shared with her husband to collect some personal effects. The clerk was kind enough the give sherry the address and sherry made her way back to her car in the rush of her life to tell her true love how she felt. As she drove two police cars with full lights and sirens flew past her on there way to some disturbance. Sherry followed the directions provided by her phone and she joyfully drove to her destination. As she reached the end of her journey she noticed that the cops that flew by her earlier had stopped very close to the address that she was seeking and she drew closer her heart sank the disturbance that the police had been rushing to and her journey end where one and the same she pulled in as close as she could as the cops wrestled a man his face contorted with frenzy out of what she could only imagine was Becky’s front door she stopped and leaped from her car but a free officer stopped her before she could get to close. A pair of medics entered the house with a hospital gurney. Sherry stood there for what seemed like an eternity just staring at the house. A sense of absolute dread started to overwhelm her the mind as she surveyed the worrisome scene. Again time seemed to stand still she kept her eyes locked on the dark doorway. Then movement the gurney was being pulled from the house. Whatever was under the sheet that covered was oozing red through it. She started transfixed by what was playing out before her. She strained to see what was happening she watched as the medics pushed the gurney into the waiting ambulance. As the jostled to get the heavy piece of equipment into the back she saw a tiny hand slip out from beneath the sheet it was the same small delicate hand that had pulled wads of Kleenex out of the box she kept on her desk for just such occasions. The horror of what had happened hit her like a freight train. And she fell to her knees as she let out a wail of ultimate suffering. The grief washed through her soul as she realized that her new life and love had been ended before it even had a chance to begin. She had lost her soulmate without ever even being able to share her true feelings with her. She would never again see that sheepish smile that has in the not too distant past lit up her neat office. Her future destroyed forever by one cruel jealous act. In that instant sherry sank into her grief alone never to return.