“Yes,” you admit softly. You don’t know how she knows this stuff about you, but you’re glad she does. There’s more to it though. She’s told you she’s doing this because she thinks you need… what, exactly? When you’re with Terra, you want more than you can have, and that’s a sweet kind of torture, even now, held on her lap and gazing into her beautiful eyes.
“Nothing, ma’am,” you say. You don’t want to risk saying more and having Terra reject you completely. It’s not like you’re in love with her. Well, not like *that*. And you’ll tell yourself that as often as you need to in order to keep things working with her. Continue reading
We begin again! This story begins more or less where Mature Women left off. I was going to wait a while, but then I decided not to. The impulsiveness works both ways!
“What are you doing?” Therapist, Mrs Thwaites appeared to be addressing an empty room. It was a very nice room, tastefully appointed with soothing decor and therapeutic tapestries, but it was not the sort of room which needed to be questioned by a therapist. Under most circumstances the questioning of the room would probably have constituted cause for some rather serious therapy in and of itself. Fortunately, Mrs Thwaites had not lost her mind, instead she was addressing her latest and most difficult client.
“Therapy.” Jimmy’s voice came from somewhere near the floor.