Friday was a breeze, and Lee had only one truck to work on before 2 pm. He announced his departure and smiled at Terry, avoiding his Ex wife's longing gaze. Gina had sucked his cock three days in a row before she realized controlling her body was something he no longer wanted to do. She was bitter at learning he could no longer be under her mental control.
Lee wanted to tell someone about his progress but hesitated to mention it to Doctor Kendall. She would see him as the true sadist he was, and he would rather keep it to himself.
"How are those dating Apps going?" Dr. Kendall asked.
"Stagnant as of now, but I think I am ready to serial date."
"Really?" Taylor smiled, "What brought about this new change?"
Her next patient, Mari, came to mind, and she awaited his confession. It never came as Lee switched the subject to something else. It had become hard to work independently with Lee, and she mentioned her newest idea.
"Mr. Lawarence, you and I have talked a lot these past few months. But, I feel you cannot speak with me about certain things."
"I try to be as open and honest as possible, Doc. I know without communication, any sort of relationship will fail, including our talking."
"I understand that, Mr. Lawrence. And our connection is awesome. You made such progress, but there is so much more to gain from additional treatment."
"I need to come twice a week?"
Lee adjusted himself, feeling insecure about her recommendation. He thought he was making progress and not in need of more assistance.
"No," Taylor chuckled, "You're doing great. But I think you should seek another therapist, precisely a male therapist."
Taylor shuffled through her notebook, landed on a card, and handed it to Lee.
"That is Dr. Ryan West. He's a good friend of mine from college. He has a practice uptown. I would like for you to give him a call."
"I am totally comfortable with you. I... I mean, I don't mean to be forward, but I consider you a good friend."
"Mr. Lawrence," Taylor smiled, "Lee, you don't seem comfortable talking openly about sexual matters or other ongoing relationships. And since you're coming out of a rough marriage, it would be nice to communicate with you about your relationship issues. But I understand that conversation is more suited with men."
Lee chuckled, "You're breaking up with me, Doc?"
"This is not a breakup. This is an upgrade, Lee. You've graduated from my handle, and I am honored to put you in better hands."
Lee nodded and scanned the card, "I'll give him a call."
Taylor was giddy and smiled. "He's right up your alley. You two will get along well."
"I appreciate everything, Doc. I really do."
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Mari hauled herself into the building and took a seat near the door. She was excited to see Lee and smiled when he opened the office door.
"Hey," She beamed, wiggling in her seat with excitement, "What's up, bestie?"
"Guess what?" Lee smiled.
Mari bit her bottom lip, "What?"
He pulled a gold-plated key from his pocket and presented it to her with a broad smile.
Mari creased her brows and chuckled, "What's that for?"
"Nothing really, just this place on 118 Green-"
"Lee!" Mari stood wide-eyed, "Are you fucking kidding me!"
"No, ma'am. Terrence said he's got to clean it up, and it will be about two weeks before you can move in."
"Oh my god!" Mari jumped up and down and stopped to justify his purchase, "I can give you seven hundred today. I'll have the rest, I swear."
"Don't sweat it. I know you are an honest girl."
"Oh, my god, Oh my God!" Mari squealed, squeezing his waist.
"Congratulations, baby girl," Lee bent down to brush his lips against her forehead just as Taylor exited her office.
"What is going on?" Taylor asked with a smile, folding her arms.
It could be anything she supposed and awaited one of them to explain.
"I uh, um, Lee was telling me about a place to rent, and I got it. So excited."
"She's growing up fast," Lee chuckled.
Mari smiled, placing her hand on her heart, and glanced at Lee with sparkles of incoming tears threatening to fall.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," Her voice cracked, and she longed to jump in his arms and pepper his face with kisses.
"It's no problem at all." Lee smiled, patting her shoulder, "Text me," he whispered and stepped back.
"You ladies have a wonderful weekend."
Taylor nodded and looked toward Mari, who still held a longing eye towards Mr. Lawrence. If she weren't mistaken, she would say the girl was in love.
"Oh, oh, my God," Mari breathed deeply before looking at Taylor.
"You've solved a lot of your difficulties there." Taylor smiled.
Mari nodded and swiped at her eyes, "He did. He does."
"Are you two involved?" Taylor asked the simple question that Mari would have been prepared for at any other time.
Mari's lips trembled, but she shook her head, swiping her arm across her leaking eyes. After a few moments, she gathered herself enough to deny her claims.
"No, he's my friend. And he's just so kind like you said before."
"He is." Taylor nodded and smiled heartfeltly, "Come on in. We can talk more about him."
After a few more daring questions, Mari caved, pouring her soul of all the heavy emotional baggage on her heart. Sobbing against Taylor's shoulder, she explained not only the joy Lee had brought to her but the pain others had provided, not divulging Lee's punishments. It was a lot all at once, but Mari focused on the problem Taylor could solve.
"If he isn't ready for a relationship, Mari, you must respect that decision and his honesty. As you said, most guys you've dealt with have not been as open and honest."
"But, he treats me, like...." It was on the tip of her tongue to say a Princess, but Mari grew frustrated and sharply eyed Taylor.
"I mean, come on, Taylor, like you know the answer."
Mari looked toward her to spill private information, "What's his issue, and how can I fix it."
"Mari, it's not that simple. And I can not do that. I could lose my job. But what I will tell you, and I would tell him, would be to go slow. Very slow. Both of you are hurt people, and hurt people sometimes hurt people."
"Taylor, you're the worst therapist ever." Mari scoffed while Taylor gave a small chuckle at the insult.
"Professionals would say I am just doing my job, Mari. I want to talk about your father."
