I wasn't laying on a couch and there wasn't a bearded man seated in a hard-backed chair next to me with a pad in his hand. I was, however talking to a Psychiatrist. She was fiftyish and seated in a comfortable chair opposite me. I was seated in a similarly comfortable chair and between us, on a coffee table was a voice recorder. I was aware of the reason for my being here and accepted the process that was about to begin.
"What are your earliest memories?" She asked.
"I can remember that we had a dog and it bit me, not hard, just enough to break the skin. Mum was about to punish the dog when my brother told her that I got what I deserved because I was pulling her tail."
"How did you feel about that?"
"I wasn't happy that he dobbed me in, but, on thinking about it, it was fair enough."
"How did you get on with him?"
"Okay, I guess. He was five years older than me so we had differing interests. He was into planes and wanted to become a pilot when he grew up, while I was into cars and wanted to become a race or rally driver. We both achieved our ambitions."
"What about girls?"
"What about them?"
"When did you start noticing girls?"
"I noticed them around the same age as my brother did, but I didn't get involved with them for some time. I was a shy boy, I found that I couldn't speak to them without stuttering."
"How old were you when you had your first girlfriend?"
"I was nineteen and a student at Uni, I was studying Automotive Engineering. She, Danielle, was a fellow student and we were thrown together working on a project."
"Did you have sex with her?"
"Not straight away. We'd been together, sort of, for two years before we moved our relationship up a notch."
"Who initiated this encounter, was it you?"
"No. We were working closely together on a project that involved her car and I could smell her perfume. I didn't realise at first that my penis was getting hard until she touched it. She said that we should do something about it and I thought she meant something on her car, but then she squeezed my penis and I banged my head on the bonnet. (hood). She chuckled just before she kissed me. I was confused, never having contemplated that this would happen."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, like I said I was a shy kid who didn't think that girls were interested in me, not like my brother, he just seemed to attract them. It might have had something to do with the uniform. Girls just seemed to gravitate to him when he was in his RAAF uniform. I remember one night coming home from a late lecture and hearing noises coming from his room. He was on the bed with a girl, they were both naked and he was having sex with her. They didn't notice me standing there until after he'd come in her. She looked over and saw me standing there holding my erection. 'Hi, do you want to join us?' She asked. I ran down to my room. I was so embarrassed."
"What happened next?"
He came to my room and told me that if I didn't say anything to Mum or Dad he'd let me fuck Susie."
"Did you?"
"No!"
"Why not? It would appear that it was on offer."
"I didn't think, I knew, that it wasn't right." She wrote something on the pad she had on her thigh.
"Getting back to your first time, was it different to what you watched between your brother and his sexual partner?"
"Yes. Susie had no pubic hair while Danielle had her pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a downward pointing arrow. She told me that, as it would be my first time I might need to be pointed in the right direction. She was funny in that way."
"So, she was experienced then?"
"No, it was her first time too. She told me that she had been reading up on sexual intercourse in preparation for this moment. The arrow was her idea."
"Did she often indulge in flights of fancy?"
"All of the time, that's what made our relationship so special, she was always surprising me."
"Was it just in your sexual relationship?"
"No, it was always there, I never knew when it would happen."
"Did you just accept this as part of her behaviour, or did you join in?"
"It cut both ways, I could hand it out as well."
"Who proposed, you or her?"
"I did, but there was a certain amount of duress involved."
"How so?"
"She threatened that if I didn't propose, properly in the time-honoured manner, you know, down on one knee with a ring box in my hand, she'd stuff a cushion down her front and wear a sandwich board around campus that told the world that I had knocked her up and was refusing to marry her. She then told me that the proposal had to be in public, she knew that it would be a leap for me to do it. I said that I would as long as she promised not to say 'no'. She promised, but then she said 'no' anyway."
"How did you feel about that?"
"I didn't have a chance to feel anything other than I'd embarrassed myself in front of the huge audience that she'd assembled for the occasion. Then she snatched the ring from me and shoved it on her finger and kissed me. Then she started to rip my clothes off with the intent of having sex with me. I very nearly grabbed the ring off her finger."
"What stopped you?"
"I loved the crazy bitch too much to do that."
"I hate to ask this, the wedding, was it as you'd hoped, a proper occasion?"
"Anything but. You should have seen the looks on the faces of those relatives who were invited as a courtesy and had to travel from wherever to be there when she walked down the aisle looking as if she was about to give birth. The Minister was in on it and deliberately went slowly through the ritual despite Dani urging him to hurry up.
"David, do you take Danielle to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"
"I guess that I'd better." I said, patting her extended belly.
"Danielle, do you take David . . . "
"Yeah, sure, get on with it."
"As your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer. in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?" The minister glared at her. "Okay, yes I do."
"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Our lips collided in a passionate kiss and we literally ran to the church office.
When we got to the office to sign the register Dani stripped out of her pregnant dress and put on an identical but slim-fitting dress that she had stashed for the occasion. The sounds that the congregation heard coming from behind the closed door were of a woman giving birth followed by a slap and a baby crying. When we emerged, Dani was carrying one of those 'cry baby' dolls that she tossed, much to their horror, into the congregation."
"How did you feel about that?"