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“John, it’s not nice what you’re doing. Stop it.”
“But why can’t we try it? I really need it… and I know only you can help me.”
Amourette lay back on her couch and stared at her laptop, lost in her thoughts… The first thing they taught you in psychology class is that you should never take over the therapy of someone you know. The truth is that she and John never hung out, but they were family friends and she knew his parents and his sister. She also remembered that several years ago, John had confessed his love to her and she, immature at the time, had mocked him and humiliated him by laughing at him.
“I don’t know… I think it would be better to recommend another therapist. I don’t think our relationship will work.”
“Can’t we just start with 23 trial sessions? And if it doesn’t work, I promise I’ll go to any therapist you tell me to.”
I guess if Amourette hadn’t been in her early days as a psychologist and didn’t need clients, she might have persisted in rejecting the request. But a little bit of her great willingness to practice her new profession, a little bit of John’s very insistent pleas, finally made her accept.
“Okay, well, Thursday morning I have a free hour. I’ll give you my skype to get in at 10:00 and my ebanking to deposit the amount of our first (trial) session.”
“Thank you so much Amourette…! See you on Thursday, I’m depositing the amount right now. How much is it?”
“It’s 40 euros. Thank you and we’ll talk on Thursday. Have a nice day.”
john was shocked… in two days he would be able to talk to the woman of his dreams, his childhood, teenage and timeless onesided love.
He closed his eyes and thought of her figure. Tall, dark, slender but curvaceous, with wild features on her face that made his heart beat like crazy… and a voice that always captivated him. My God, how madly in love he was with her.
And finally the big day arrived. John hadn’t closed his eyes all the night before. Αnd he was unable to stop masturbating, just at the idea of seeing the woman of his dreams on a video call, for a whole hour…!!!
With a hanging hand he dialed his codes and logged on to Skype at 10 o’clock sharp. 2 minutes later he got a message from Amourette.
“In 10 we start, I’ll call you.”
It was the longest 10 minutes of his life… he was standing still and waiting… waiting… waiting… until all of a sudden, he heard his skype ringtone and his heart was about to break.
Amourette appeared in his view, wearing a professional but y tshirt that showed a little (but enough to drive him crazy) of her superlative breast. Her hair was caught in a braid and her piercing, spunky gaze stared into his eyes.
And as if all that wasn’t enough, he suddenly heard her enchanting voice.
“Good morning John! How are you?”
john remained stunned and unable to speak.
Amourette continued, smiling.
“For this to work, you have to talk to me, don’t you think?”
“Yes… yes, I’m sorry Amourette, good morning. I’m a little stressed… not a little, I mean, I don’t think I’ve been more stressed in my life.”
“Don’t be! We’re here to talk and to help… You have nothing to fear, no reason to be nervous. What we say is for us alone and it’s strictly confidential, so just relax, take a deep breath and let’s get started.”
So the first meeting of John and Amourette was a reality. After exchanging a few more greetings and some words of encouragement and an update on the proceedings from Amourette, the first difficult question came to the table.
“So, John, tell me, why do you need to start therapy?”
“Well.. while I’m doing extremely good in my professional life, I can’t say the same for my personal. I’m having trouble with my relationships with women.”
“Are you single?
“Yes.”
“How long?”
Silent pause…
Amourette looked at him penetratingly and realized his embarrassment…
“Come on, John, speak to me openly… I’m not here to judge you, I’m not here to scold you, I’m here to help you. How long have you been alone?
“A long time.”
“Have you ever had a relationship?
“No…”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yes…”
“How old are you? 40, right?”
“Right…”
“Have you ever kissed?”
“Never…”
“Right… so we have an issue.”
“I think so too.”
“Is the problem anatomical?”
“I think it’s not that, if you mean, you know, the size? I think I’m average… but it’ s never needed a woman to see it to judge it, anyway.”
“Right… so it’s purely psychological.”
“I think so.”
“Now for the hard part… have you ever been in love?”
“I’ve felt it, yes…”
“How many times?”
“Only once.”
“Don’t lie to me John… I already know one thing about you, you confessed it to me, remember?”
“Of course I remember…”
“So you’re telling me that your one, only and allencompassing love is me?”
john remained silent, his eyes lowered and his cheeks scarred with shame.
“Hahaha, oh god, john… that happened 20 years ago…! Forgive me for laughing, I just didn’t think that childhood emotion had done you so much damage…”
“Amourette…”
“Okay, John, don’t be sad… now I understand why you’re so insistent that we do your therapy together… and I think if you listen to me and cooperate, I can help you deal with all that’s been haunting you all these years.”
“Thank you, Amourette.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Blindly.”
“Good! Our time for today is up… just a minute to see my program… hmm… Monday afternoon at 6! Skype in and we’ll continue.”
“Yes, Amourette, thank you”
“And one last thing, which is important for you to commit to the treatment and not to back out if it becomes difficult… you’ll need to prepay me for 10 sessions. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, of course, no problem.”
“Great! See you Monday, bye.”
..and the connection was closed and Amourette’ s stunningly beautiful form left John’s screen. But not for a second did she leave his mind…
“I love you Amourette.. I love you so much..”
John sighed, but no one heard him.
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