My psychologists' name is Xenia Jones; honest to God that really is her name. Why I had to see her is a side story. I'll give you the short version:
I was about to leave a restaurant one afternoon when this young guy, about my height and size bumped in to me. I automatically said." Excuse me!" Then I stepped back to let him by.
For reasons unknown, he snarled belligerently. "That's not good enough gramps I'm going to kick your ass just because you are a stupid old man who is in my way.
Of course, he tried to hit me in the face. It fallows that I blocked his punch. Now I haven't hit another person in anger for over thirty years. But this young pup really irritated me. It was not long before he found himself pined against a wall with my right hand clutching his neck, one of my knees pressed tightly against his groin, with my left fist cocked and ready.
Several people including an off duty cop pulled me off before I could do him any damage physically. His pride was bent just a tad I think.
He was hauled off to jail, outstanding warrants do things like that to a person, and I had to go to anger management counseling. Now what was I to do let him beat me up? The world is getting stranger by the minute.
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Xenia is a very pretty girl; her jasmine perfume would have driven a weaker man crazy. (If they were under, forty-five they are girls to me) She had lustrous brown hair, dark doe eyes, and an amazing smile. Her short skirts reviled long smooth legs to die for. She always wore chunky three-inch stacked heels that thrust her incredible ass out to perfection. She was thirty-two when we met. Five foot ten or so, and maybe thirty or forty extra pounds in the right places.
I was instantly in lust with her. Unfortunately, she was my therapist, so I had to keep reminding my small head to relax. She was one of the one of prettiest big girls I had seen in a while.
We chatted for an hour or so. I tried to be as honest as I could answering her questions. Near the end of the session, she paused and looked over her notes.
"Mr. Rains...ah...John I believe you have been very truthful with me. I've seen the police report and I think I understand what perpetrated your actions in the restaurant...." She winced then asked. "I really should not have told you that, may I count on your discretion?"
"Sometimes Xenia." I said grinning. "I'm so discreet I won't even tell myself what I hear."
She chuckled at that then took a card and wrote on the back of it. "This is when I want to see you again. I don't believe you need it however the County policy says you need to see me a minimum of three times."
Her fingers lingered a few seconds longer than necessary when she put the card in my hand. "Show this card to the receptionist. She will confirm the time and date."
When we shook hands she looked me directly in the eyes, her grip lingered a bit then I left. Was this girl coming on to me? Fat chance kid I told myself...the chances of that were somewhere between slim and none. It is her job to be friendly so I did my best to forget the whole thing.
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Three weeks later, on a hot summer day, I was in my shop a couple of hundred feet from my house admiring a small welding job I had just finished for a client. He would be happy with the result I was sure.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Xenia peeking through the open shop door dressed to kill as usual. Her blouse was partly unbuttoned showing a generous amount of cleavage plus her white lace bra. Sweat was on her brow and beads of perspiration dotted the smooth valley between her breasts. Her skirt was a couple of inches above her knees.
"Well hello." I said "Welcome to my office. It is a bit hot in here; the cooler broke down after lunch I haven't taken time to fix it."
"That's alright I'm sorry to bother you right now." She said giving me one of her amazing smiles. "I have some forms for you to sign. More County stuff, even with computers we are all but buried in paper. I have the afternoon off so I though I would bring it by and save you a trip to town in this heat."
"How did you find me? I am sort of off the beaten track." I said dusting off a somewhat clean shop stool. "This is reasonably clean have a seat." I took another stool facing her.
"I'm a little familiar with the area." She said blushing. "I like your house and yard. Have you been here long?" She perched on the stool and crossed her long smooth legs her skirt road up to mid thigh. I caught a hint of her nylon tops. As Xenia squirmed to balance her briefcase on a gorgeous knee, her skirt crept higher yet, her nylon tops coming in to full view. She gave up with that and uncrossed her legs giving me a panty flash in the process. Mercifully she placed the brief case on her knees hiding her panties.