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Walking After You ch. 6
"I see you smiling. I’m glad you seem to be in a good mood this morning. I’m Dr. Morga, but I’d like you to call me Eileen. And I’ll call you Bette, if that’s okay with you."
Again, Bette felt her mind snap back and recoil. Shrinks never assumed that level of familiarity on the first meeting… did they?
She collected herself hurriedly, "Certainly Doctor, I mean Eileen. You may call me Bette."
"Good." Eileen suddenly leaned forward, causing Bette’s eyes to widen and her posture to straighten up.
"In my years of experience, I’ve found it best to start with a new client as candidly as possible. I’ve heard of you, Bette," she paused when Bette gasped, "Oh yes. Few things escape me and I do have my grapes on the grapevine." she chuckled again. "Some are nearly falling off, but they’re wonderful precious grapes."
Bette couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Shrinks didn’t refer to people as small purple fruit… did they?
"Let me tell you another thing I’ve learned. Clients always start with bullshit." Bette nearly fell off the chair. "Yes, you look stunned. But it’s best to get these things out in the open at the very beginning. You’ll start by telling me about how perfect your life is. How much you don’t really need to be here. I’ll nod and smile and pretend to believe you. Then a month or six into therapy, your defenses start breaking down. You miss appointments. When you come in, you’re apologetic and distracted. Then maybe a year into it, you start to crack. You break down. You cry. Then I can do my work." Eileen smirked. "Well Bette, that’s not how we’re going to do this."
"It’s not?" Bette squeaked.
"Nuh-uh. We’ll jump the process and start where you break down."
Bette did not like the sound of that. Inside her head, an ominous tolling began.
"So, tell me Bette. What keeps you up at night?"
Bette gulped and grabbed on tight to the edge of her chair. She had a feeling she was in for a rough ride.
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"Goddammit Alice slow down!" Dana grabbed at the dashboard but missed the object she was desperate to catch. The plastic bobble-head Anna Kournikova doll bounced with a dull thud on the carpet.
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(48 votes, average: 3.46 out of 5)
I vagly remembe this story but then I read 99% of them here…t another 3 years please
OMG, you’re back!!!! it’s wonderful, i hope you stay and post more often :)
Thank you for taking the time. Looking forward to what’s next. Welcome back!
OMG good to see you back and that was great update.
Crap, did you say Candace? I thought that you did, bummer.
HELL YES TO BE CONTINUED!! I did an honest-to-God double take when I saw your name at the top of the page. I came along after you’d stopped posting, but I recommended your stories not all that long ago. I’m totally pleased to see you back. I can’t wait to see what Bette’s popped-collar sporting shrink does in their therapy sessions, and how it all goes with Candace reappearing. Love it! Now then, post soon 7PM, and thanks for coming back!! :)
Welcome back!!! Laughing aloud is a wonderful thing and your “Mini” travel scene was just the hilarity to bring it out this early morning =) I will now go back and re-read your fabulous chapters from ~3 yrs ago… I too, came along after you stopped posting and found your writing brilliant! So glad you decided to add to the story!
Well thank you for coming back!!.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Candyass! She better leave Bette alone. Or better yet Tina could kick her ass right now.
Aw shucks guys :) Well, now that I’m gainfully employed with lots of free time, I can finally finish this story. Again, I’m so sorry it took so long!
Oh great you are back. I’m glade to see you continue your writing. Thanks
What a great update. Now I must go back to read all the other chapters. Thank you for posting.