"The sex? The sex was good. The sex was always good with her. You don't hustle your way down the line of women you could be with just to settle on anyone. Of course the sex was good."
"But nothing. You're not paid to pry"
"I can tell by the way you continue to repeat it that you're trying to convince yourself more than convince me. There's something missing, isn't there." The shrink spoke more with certainty than inquisitiveness.
He paused for a second. The ceiling fan ran at a pace too slow to cool his face. "Well..."
His voice betrays him, but the shrink lets him continue. "Sometimes I like to head to the corner store on 6th and Bayswater. It's the only store in the area without crossing the tracks into downtown. You know how the cargo trains can be... Anyways, the worst feeling I have is when the man at the counter runs out of my favorite drink. It's a bottled brand, a vintage soft drink for hot days that remind you of the best parts of winter. It's expensive too but I somehow manage to clean him out each time I buy it. It's that kind of feeling, you know?"
The shrink took some notes, looked in his eyes. "She runs out of steam in bed?"
"I don't want to say it that way, doc, but you know how it is..." He mumbles off at the end, a futile attempt to hide his embarrassment.
"It makes sense. I know exactly the thing to help you, actually. An old friend of mine is staying in town across the bridge. Take your wife. Tell her it's a couple's spa" The shrink writes out a note on a piece of paper, folds it in thirds and stamps it with string and a wax seal. "It's old fashion work, but they say there's a certain wisdom in the old ways. That's the best I can do for you right now, but anyways. Same time, next week?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Give the missus my regards," the shrink says, shutting the office door behind him.
'What now', he asks you in his mind?
Rated: G Author: funkduder
Sep 02, 2017 05:55